Motivational Quotes

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Love is stronger than justice.

What's so remarkable about Love at first sight? It's when people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes remarkable.

We will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love, we will cry over things we used to laugh and our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentle creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then and in the end a summer with wild winds and new friends will be.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

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

The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

A heart that loves is always young.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

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.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

He [Freud] often said three things were impossible to fulfill completely; healing, education, governing. He limited his goals in analytic treatment to brining the patient to the point where he could work for a living and learn to love.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

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

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

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.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

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

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 begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

Love is a ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.

How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

One is very crazy when in love.

I leave before being left. I decide.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're still alive.

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

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.

Those who haven't loved somebody else, more than they love themselves haven't even begun to live

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

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.

Don't worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself.

Love is the bridge between two hearts.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

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.

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