Motivational Quotes

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

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.

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

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

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

One is very crazy when in love.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

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

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

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

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

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

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of 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 is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

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.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

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

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

We can only learn to love by loving.

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

My mistress'eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips'red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

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

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.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

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.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

Let no one believe that he has received the divine kiss, if he knows the truth without loving it or loves it without understanding it. But blessed is that kiss whereby not only is God recognized but also the Father is loved; for there is never full knowledge without perfect love.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

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

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

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

What's terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don't need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

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

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

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

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