Motivational Quotes

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

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

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.

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.

The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.

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

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

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.

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

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

I am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

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.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

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.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

Do all things with love.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

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

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

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.

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.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

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

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

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

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

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.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

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

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

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

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Learn what you are and be such.

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.

Love is stronger than justice.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

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