Motivational Quotes

My love admits no qualifying dross.

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

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.

We can only learn to love by loving.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

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

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

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.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

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

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

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

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.

Our first and last love is... self-love.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force love.

Love is the river of life in the world.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

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

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

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

Love, while you are able to love.

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.

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.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

Love alone could waken love.

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

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