Motivational Quotes

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

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.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

I fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.

The story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

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

Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love

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

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

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.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

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.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

If we really love ourselves, everything in our life works.

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

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.

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

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

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.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

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

Know that you are your greatest enemy, but also your greatest friend.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

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.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

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

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

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?

If we love our country, we should also love our countrymen.

Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.

Our first and last love is... self-love.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

To love and be loved is the great happiness of existence.

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