Motivational Quotes

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

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

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

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

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

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

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

Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

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

Love is the beauty of the soul.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

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

One is very crazy when in love.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

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.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

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

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

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

Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of a sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don't have it, you can't give it.

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

Love without attachment is light.

True love means two seeds grow separately until they join in Matrimony forever.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

Love is a conflict between reflexes and reflections.

Love is a serious mental disease.

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

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