Motivational Quotes

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

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

I love those who do not know how to live for today.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

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

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

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.

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

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

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.

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

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

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may 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.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

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.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

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.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.

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

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

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