Motivational Quotes

When you feel good about yourself, others will feel good about you, too.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love

Love is the river of life in the world.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

Let no one believe that he has received the divine kiss, if he knows the truth without loving it or loves it without understanding it. But blessed is that kiss whereby not only is God recognized but also the Father is loved; for there is never full knowledge without perfect love.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

If we love our country, we should also love our countrymen.

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

Do all things with love.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

Saddest Poem

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

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