Motivational Quotes

The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.

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

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

Love, while you are able to love.

Love will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Love is stronger than violence.

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

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

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.

Love is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

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?

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

Learn what you are and be such.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

There is a voice inside which speaks and says: This is the real me!

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries.

I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally.

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

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

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.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

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 ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

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.

Every man loves what he is good at.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

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

Love is a better teacher than duty.

How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

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

Love the giver more than the gift.

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