Motivational Quotes

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.

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.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

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

You will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments when you really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

You will always have to live with yourself, and it is to your best interest to see that you have good company -- a clean, pure, straight, honest, upright, generous, magnanimous companion.

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

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word Love. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

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

One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

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 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.

Love is stronger than violence.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

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

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

If only I had a little humility, I'd be perfect.

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

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

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.

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

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

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

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

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

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

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

In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

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

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

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