Motivational Quotes

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

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

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

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

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

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

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

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

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

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

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

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

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

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

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

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

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.

Only the really plain people know about love --the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they very soon exhaust their talents.

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 a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.

True love is the parent of humility.

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

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

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not; then marriages would be truly made in heaven.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.

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

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

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

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

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Love's reason's without reason.

One is very crazy when in love.

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

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

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

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