Motivational Quotes

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.

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

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

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.

I define love for our purpose as the passion of one being for another in the hope of being loved in return.

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Love and pity and wish well to every soul in the world; dwell in love, and then you dwell in God.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Love is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

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

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

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

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.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

We always come back to our first love.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

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

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

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

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

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

Love, while you are able to love.

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

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.

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