Motivational Quotes

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

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

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

Every man loves what he is good at.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone -- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

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.

I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour; for a day, for a month, but I can give and I'm very happy to do that and I want to do that.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

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

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

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

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives -- to give, and give, and give.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Love is stronger than violence.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

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

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

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