Motivational Quotes

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

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

We cannot avoid using power, cannot escape the compulsion to afflict the world, so let us, cautious in diction and mighty in contradiction, love powerfully.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

Sure I love Goldie. How could you not love Goldie? Everyone loves Goldie. I love her, and I hope our love will continue, but I don't want to give an I-love-Goldie-Hawn interview.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

Love's reason's without reason.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

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

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

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.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

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 supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

Love is not only something you feel. It's something you do.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

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.

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Love is a gift from God, and as we obey His laws and genuinely learn to serve others, we develop God's love in our lives. Love of God is the means of unlocking divine powers which help us to live worthily and to overcome the world.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

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

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word Love. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

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.

Real love stories never have endings.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

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

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

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, above all, the gift of oneself.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

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

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

Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

Be that self which one truly is.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

The story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

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