Motivational Quotes

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

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

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

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

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

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.

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

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

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

I define love for our purpose as the passion of one being for another in the hope of being loved in return.

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.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

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

You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

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.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

We can only learn to love by loving.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

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

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Love is all you need.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

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.

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.

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

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

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

Self-love depressed becomes self-loathing.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

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