Motivational Quotes

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

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

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

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

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.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

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.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

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.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

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

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.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

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

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

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.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

We live in the world when we love it.

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

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

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.

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.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

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

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

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable, and praised when they are not praiseworthy.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

What's terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don't need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

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.

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