Motivational Quotes

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word Love. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

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

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.

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

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

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

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

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

I leave before being left. I decide.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

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.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

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

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

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

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

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Love is all you need.

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

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

Love, while you are able to love.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.

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

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they themselves commit

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

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

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

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

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

We always come back to our first love.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

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

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.

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

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

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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