Motivational Quotes

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

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.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.

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

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

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

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

We live in the world when we love it.

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

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

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

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

Sure I love Goldie. How could you not love Goldie? Everyone loves Goldie. I love her, and I hope our love will continue, but I don't want to give an I-love-Goldie-Hawn interview.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

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, while you are able to love.

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.

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.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

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.

Love is a given, hatred is acquired.

There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

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

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

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

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

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

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.

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

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

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

We cannot avoid using power, cannot escape the compulsion to afflict the world, so let us, cautious in diction and mighty in contradiction, love powerfully.

Love's reason's without reason.

Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

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