Motivational Quotes

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.

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

My mistress'eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips'red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

Do all things with love.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

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

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

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

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

A heart that loves is always young.

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

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

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

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

I shall always be a priest of love.

There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.

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.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

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

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

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

Know the self to be sitting in the chariot, the body to be the chariot, the intellect the charioteer, and the mind the reins.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

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

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

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