Motivational Quotes

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

We can only learn to love by loving.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

Real love stories never have endings.

We live in the world when we love it.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

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

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

The only victory over love is flight.

In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

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.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

Let no one believe that he has received the divine kiss, if he knows the truth without loving it or loves it without understanding it. But blessed is that kiss whereby not only is God recognized but also the Father is loved; for there is never full knowledge without perfect love.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

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

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

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

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.

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.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.

You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

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

As Plato sometimes speaks of the divine love, it arises not out of indigency, as created love does, but out of fullness and redundancy; it is an overflowing fountain, and that love which descends upon created being is a free efflux from the almighty source of love; and it is well pleasing to him that those creatures which he hath made should partake of it.

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.

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

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