Motivational Quotes

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

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.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

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

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.

We can only learn to love by loving.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

We love those who admire us, but not those whom we admire.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love's pure silver flame gives each innermost spirit invisible warmth.

Love's reason's without reason.

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

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.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

Love is all you need.

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

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.

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

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

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.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

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

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 one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.

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

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

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

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

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we doà?

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

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

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

Lovers should also have their days off.

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