Motivational Quotes

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.

I fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

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

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

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

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

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 like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

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.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

Love is all you need.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia.

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

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

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

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

Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

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...

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.

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

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

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

My love admits no qualifying dross.

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

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

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

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

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

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.

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.

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

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

In love there are two things -- bodies and words.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

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.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

If we really love ourselves, everything in our life works.

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.

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.

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