Motivational Quotes

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

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.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

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.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.

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

Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.

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

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

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

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

Love will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

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

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

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.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

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

I donÆt think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable, and praised when they are not praiseworthy.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.

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.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

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

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

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

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