Motivational Quotes

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

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Love touched her heart, and lo! It beats high, and burns with such brave hearts.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

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

One can be a soldier without dying, and a lover without sighing.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

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.

The only victory over love is flight.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

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.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not; then marriages would be truly made in heaven.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Love is a serious mental disease.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

Self-love depressed becomes self-loathing.

After the verb To Love...To Help is the most beautiful verb in the world.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect.

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

To love and be loved is the great happiness of existence.

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination. Never, never, never could one conceive what love is, beforehand, never. Life can be great --quite god-like. It can be so. God be thanked I have proved it.

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.

He [Freud] often said three things were impossible to fulfill completely; healing, education, governing. He limited his goals in analytic treatment to brining the patient to the point where he could work for a living and learn to love.

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

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

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