Motivational Quotes

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.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

The perversity of the human spirit is such that when a young lady longs for one specific partner, every other partner counts for nothing.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

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

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

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

Love is the bridge between two hearts.

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

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

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

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

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

Someday, after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energy of love; and for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word Love. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

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.

Every man loves what he is good at.

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.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.

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

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

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.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

The story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.

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

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

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

Love is all you need.

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

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

There is a voice inside which speaks and says: This is the real me!

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

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

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

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