Motivational Quotes

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

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

Love is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

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

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

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

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

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

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's best habit is a soothing tongue.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

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

The best way to know God is to love many things.

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.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

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

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

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

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.

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

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we doà?

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

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.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

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.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

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