Motivational Quotes

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

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

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

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

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

You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

I leave before being left. I decide.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

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

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

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.

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

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

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

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.

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

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.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

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

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences with someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.

To love and be loved is the great happiness of existence.

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

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

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

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