Motivational Quotes

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

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

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

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

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

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

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

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

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

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

He [Freud] often said three things were impossible to fulfill completely; healing, education, governing. He limited his goals in analytic treatment to brining the patient to the point where he could work for a living and learn to love.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

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

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

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 fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry

Teach only love for that is what you are.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

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.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

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.

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

Lovers should also have their days off.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved.

If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.

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

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