Motivational Quotes

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

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.

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

Love is the river of life in the world.

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

The advantage of love at first sight is that it delays a second sight.

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

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

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

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

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

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

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

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

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of a sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don't have it, you can't give it.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]

We love because it's the only true adventure.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

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

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

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

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

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

If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.

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 what you've been through with somebody.

'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

We live in the world when we love it.

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.

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

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

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.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

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

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

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

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.

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

Those who haven't loved somebody else, more than they love themselves haven't even begun to live

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

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

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

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