Motivational Quotes

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

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

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

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.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

We always come back to our first love.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

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

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

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.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

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

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

Love's reason's without reason.

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.

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.

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.

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

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.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

If we love our country, we should also love our countrymen.

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

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.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

Don't worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

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

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives -- to give, and give, and give.

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

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.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

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

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

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

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

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

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