Motivational Quotes

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

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

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.

Everybody forgets the basic thing; people are not going to love you unless you love them.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.

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

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

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

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

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

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

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

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

I am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.

Love's pure silver flame gives each innermost spirit invisible warmth.

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

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

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

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

Love is not only something you feel. It's something you do.

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

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

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.

A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.

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

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

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

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

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

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them. George

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