Motivational Quotes

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

Love alone could waken love.

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

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

One is very crazy when in love.

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

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

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

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

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

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

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

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.

The only victory over love is flight.

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love

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?

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

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

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

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

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

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

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