Motivational Quotes

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

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

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

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden -- the passion for the revealed.

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

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.

Love, while you are able to love.

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

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

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

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

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 you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

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

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead --somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man --somewhere these, too, come together.

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

If we really love ourselves, everything in our life works.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

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

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

The way of peace is the way of love. Love is the greatest power on earth. It conquers all things.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

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.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Don't worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself.

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 a gift from God, and as we obey His laws and genuinely learn to serve others, we develop God's love in our lives. Love of God is the means of unlocking divine powers which help us to live worthily and to overcome the world.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

Love is stronger than justice.

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