Motivational Quotes

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

Someday, after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energy of love; and for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

Love is a serious mental disease.

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.

The perversity of the human spirit is such that when a young lady longs for one specific partner, every other partner counts for nothing.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

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.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

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

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 am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

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

Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

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

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

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

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

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

One is very crazy when in love.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Love and pity and wish well to every soul in the world; dwell in love, and then you dwell in God.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

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.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

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