Motivational Quotes

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

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

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.

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

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

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

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

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

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

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

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

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

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And 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.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

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

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.

Love yourself unconditionally, just as you love those closest to you despite their faults.

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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

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

Real love stories never have endings.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

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

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

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.

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love --to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

Lovers should also have their days off.

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

One can be a soldier without dying, and a lover without sighing.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

True love means two seeds grow separately until they join in Matrimony forever.

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

Love alone could waken love.

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