Motivational Quotes

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

Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

Only the really plain people know about love --the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they very soon exhaust their talents.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

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

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

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

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

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.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

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

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

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

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

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.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

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

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

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

Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

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

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

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.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

Learn what you are and be such.

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

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

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

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