Motivational Quotes

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

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

Every man loves what he is good at.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

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

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

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

As Plato sometimes speaks of the divine love, it arises not out of indigency, as created love does, but out of fullness and redundancy; it is an overflowing fountain, and that love which descends upon created being is a free efflux from the almighty source of love; and it is well pleasing to him that those creatures which he hath made should partake of it.

I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally.

Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.

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

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.

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

I donÆt think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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

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.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

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

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

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

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

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

I love those who do not know how to live for today.

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.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

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.

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred...

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

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

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.

Everybody forgets the basic thing; people are not going to love you unless you love them.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

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