Motivational Quotes

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.

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.

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

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

Love without attachment is light.

The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

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.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And 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.

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.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

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

I shall always be a priest of love.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

The way of peace is the way of love. Love is the greatest power on earth. It conquers all things.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

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.

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

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.

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.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

Love touched her heart, and lo! It beats high, and burns with such brave hearts.

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 is well to be happy and wise and well to be honest and true; it is well to be off with the old love, before you are on with the new.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

To love and be loved is the great happiness of existence.

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

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

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

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