Motivational Quotes

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

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

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

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

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

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

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

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

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

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.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

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

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

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.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen by them, heard by them, to be understood and touched by them.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

Love the giver more than the gift.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

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.

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

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

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

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.

Know the self to be sitting in the chariot, the body to be the chariot, the intellect the charioteer, and the mind the reins.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

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.

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

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