Motivational Quotes

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

We cannot avoid using power, cannot escape the compulsion to afflict the world, so let us, cautious in diction and mighty in contradiction, love powerfully.

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.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

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

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

Learn what you are and be such.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

What's terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don't need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

The story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

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.

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

Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but anti-political, perhaps the most powerful of all anti-political human forces.

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

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

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

One can be a soldier without dying, and a lover without sighing.

Do all things with love.

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

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.

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

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

Lovers should also have their days off.

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.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of a sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don't have it, you can't give it.

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

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

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

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

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

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