Motivational Quotes

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

One is very crazy when in love.

Real love stories never have endings.

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

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

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.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

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.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.

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

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

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

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

We were two and had but one heart between us.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

If only I had a little humility, I'd be perfect.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

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.

What's so remarkable about Love at first sight? It's when people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes remarkable.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

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

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

Love is a given, hatred is acquired.

Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.

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?

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

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

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.

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

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

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.

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