Motivational Quotes

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

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.

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

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Love is all you need.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

We can only learn to love by loving.

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

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 supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.

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

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love --to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

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.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

Every day I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

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.

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

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

Love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

One can be a soldier without dying, and a lover without sighing.

Know the self to be sitting in the chariot, the body to be the chariot, the intellect the charioteer, and the mind the reins.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And the story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

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.

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

A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

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

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