Motivational Quotes

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

The way of peace is the way of love. Love is the greatest power on earth. It conquers all things.

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

Know that you are your greatest enemy, but also your greatest friend.

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

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.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force 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.

The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred...

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.

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

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

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

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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

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

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

Love is everything it's cracked up to beàIt really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

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

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

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.

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

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

It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

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

Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.

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

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.

Love is a serious mental disease.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

It is better to have loved your wife than never to have loved at all.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

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

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