Motivational Quotes

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

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

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.

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

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

Love touched her heart, and lo! It beats high, and burns with such brave hearts.

Those who haven't loved somebody else, more than they love themselves haven't even begun to live

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour; for a day, for a month, but I can give and I'm very happy to do that and I want to do that.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

Learn what you are and be such.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

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.

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.

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

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.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're still alive.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

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

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

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

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.

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 an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Love is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

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.

I shall always be a priest of love.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.

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.

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

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

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

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

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.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

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

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

We were two and had but one heart between us.

We will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love, we will cry over things we used to laugh and our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentle creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then and in the end a summer with wild winds and new friends will be.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

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.

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