Motivational Quotes

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

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

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

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?

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

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.

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

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

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.

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

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

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

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

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.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

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

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love is stronger than violence.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

Love's pure silver flame gives each innermost spirit invisible warmth.

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

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

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

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved.

You will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments when you really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

I shall always be a priest of love.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

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.

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