Motivational Quotes

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

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

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.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

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.

If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people telling other people that they loved them.

We always come back to our first love.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

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

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.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

Love will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.

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

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

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

Love is a ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

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.

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

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

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

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 shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

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

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.

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

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

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

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue.

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.

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

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

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination. Never, never, never could one conceive what love is, beforehand, never. Life can be great --quite god-like. It can be so. God be thanked I have proved it.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

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.

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 seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

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