Motivational Quotes

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

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

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

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

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives -- to give, and give, and give.

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

Love's pure silver flame gives each innermost spirit invisible warmth.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

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

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

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

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.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

One is very crazy when in love.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

We will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love, we will cry over things we used to laugh and our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentle creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then and in the end a summer with wild winds and new friends will be.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The only victory over love is flight.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Love is not only something you feel. It's something you do.

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

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, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

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.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

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

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.

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

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

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

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

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

It is well to be happy and wise and well to be honest and true; it is well to be off with the old love, before you are on with the new.

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