Motivational Quotes

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

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

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

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.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

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

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

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

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

True love is the parent of humility.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

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

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

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

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

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

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 more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

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

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

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

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

Real love stories never have endings.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

What's so remarkable about Love at first sight? It's when people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes remarkable.

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

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

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