Motivational Quotes

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

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 root of the matter the thing I mean is love, Christian love, or compassion. If you feel this, you have a motive for existence, a guide for action, a reason for courage, an imperative necessity for intellectual honesty.

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

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.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

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

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

I donÆt think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

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

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

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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.

The only victory over love is flight.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

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

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.

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.

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

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

Love is the river of life in the world.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

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

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

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 is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

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.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

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.

I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally.

Love is a friendship set to music.

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.

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.

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

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

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

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

Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.

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