Motivational Quotes

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

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

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

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences with someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

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.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

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.

A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.

If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.

Love is the bridge between two hearts.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

The advantage of love at first sight is that it delays a second sight.

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

Without His love I can do nothing, with His love there is nothing I cannot do.

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

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

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

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

It is better to have loved your wife than never to have loved at all.

What's so remarkable about Love at first sight? It's when people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes remarkable.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

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

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

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

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

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

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