Motivational Quotes

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

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

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

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.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

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

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.

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.

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.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

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

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

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

Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

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

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

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

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

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

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.

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

Love and pity and wish well to every soul in the world; dwell in love, and then you dwell in God.

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences with someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

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

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

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