Motivational Quotes

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

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.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences with someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.

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

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

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.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

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

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

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

Lovers should also have their days off.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And the story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

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