Motivational Quotes

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

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.

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

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

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

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.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

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.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

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

We always come back to our first love.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

Love yourself unconditionally, just as you love those closest to you despite their faults.

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.

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

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

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

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

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

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

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

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

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

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

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

A love affair with knowledge will never end in heartbreak.

Only the really plain people know about love --the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they very soon exhaust their talents.

My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

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 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.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

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

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

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

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

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

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

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