Motivational Quotes

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

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.

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

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

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

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

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

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

Love is the river of life in the world.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

We were two and had but one heart between us.

Love is a conflict between reflexes and reflections.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden -- the passion for the revealed.

To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

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

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

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

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

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.

I am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

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

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

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

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

Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.

Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

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

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

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.

A heart that loves is always young.

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

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