Motivational Quotes

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love

I define love for our purpose as the passion of one being for another in the hope of being loved in return.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

Someday, after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energy of love; and for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.

Love the giver more than the gift.

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.

Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown used to each other. That's what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

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

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

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.

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

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

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.

Every man loves what he is good at.

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

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.

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

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

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.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

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.

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

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

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

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.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

True love means two seeds grow separately until they join in Matrimony forever.

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