Motivational Quotes

My love admits no qualifying dross.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

True love is the parent of humility.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

Love is stronger than justice.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the motions of his mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he should be the shadow of her mind. A lady, in the presence of her lover, should never want a looking-glass; as a beau, in the presence of his looking-glass, never wants a mistress.

Love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

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

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

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 seems so often unrequited.

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

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

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

The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.

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

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap; whether you give or take away from him, so long as he keeps his beloved, he has a spring of inward peace. Thus, even though thy outward man grieve, or weep downright, that may well be borne, if only thy inner man remain at peace, perfectly content with the will of God.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

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

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

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

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

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

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

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

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

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

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.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

Love the giver more than the gift.

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.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

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