Motivational Quotes

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.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

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

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.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

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 irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

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.

The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

Love is a serious mental disease.

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

It is better to have loved your wife than never to have loved at all.

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

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

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.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

My mistress'eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips'red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

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.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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

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

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word Love. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

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

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.

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

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

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

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

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

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.

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