Motivational Quotes

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

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

Love is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

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

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

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

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love

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

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.

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

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love --to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

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

We were two and had but one heart between us.

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

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

The best way to know God is to love many things.

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 way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.

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

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

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

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And the story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

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

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

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.

You will always have to live with yourself, and it is to your best interest to see that you have good company -- a clean, pure, straight, honest, upright, generous, magnanimous companion.

Love is everything it's cracked up to beàIt really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

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.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

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