Motivational Quotes

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

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 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.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

The only victory over love is flight.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.

If we really love ourselves, everything in our life works.

Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable, and praised when they are not praiseworthy.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

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

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

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

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

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.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

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.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

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

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

Love is all you need.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

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

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

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