Motivational Quotes

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

One is very crazy when in love.

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.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

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

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

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

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

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

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

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

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

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

Love is the river of life in the world.

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

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

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

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

Love is a serious mental disease.

The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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 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.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen by them, heard by them, to be understood and touched by them.

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

A heart that loves is always young.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

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