Motivational Quotes

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark.

True love is the parent of humility.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

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.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

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

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

We always come back to our first love.

We live in the world when we love it.

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.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

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

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

Be that self which one truly is.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

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.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

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

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

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.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the motions of his mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he should be the shadow of her mind. A lady, in the presence of her lover, should never want a looking-glass; as a beau, in the presence of his looking-glass, never wants a mistress.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

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

Love is the river of life in the world.

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

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

Those who haven't loved somebody else, more than they love themselves haven't even begun to live

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

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

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

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

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

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

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.

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

I donÆt think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

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.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

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