Motivational Quotes

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

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

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

Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.

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.

Love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

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

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we doà?

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 and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

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.

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.

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

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

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

As Plato sometimes speaks of the divine love, it arises not out of indigency, as created love does, but out of fullness and redundancy; it is an overflowing fountain, and that love which descends upon created being is a free efflux from the almighty source of love; and it is well pleasing to him that those creatures which he hath made should partake of it.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.

I shall always be a priest of love.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

Love is stronger than violence.

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.

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

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.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

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

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

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

If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not; then marriages would be truly made in heaven.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

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