Motivational Quotes

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

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.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

We always come back to our first love.

One is very crazy when in love.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

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.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

Real love stories never have endings.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

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

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

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

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

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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 will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives -- to give, and give, and give.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone -- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

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.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

After the verb To Love...To Help is the most beautiful verb in the world.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.

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

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

Love is the river of life in the world.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

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

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

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