Motivational Quotes

When you feel good about yourself, others will feel good about you, too.

Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

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.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

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

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

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

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

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

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

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

There is a voice inside which speaks and says: This is the real me!

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

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.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

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

Love without attachment is light.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

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.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

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.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground.

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

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

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

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

Our first and last love is... self-love.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.

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

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