Motivational Quotes

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

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

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

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

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

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

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

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

The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

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

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.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives -- to give, and give, and give.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

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.

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

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

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

Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

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

The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

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.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

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

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

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

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

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.

The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred...

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

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