Motivational Quotes

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

We live in the world when we love it.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them. George

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.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.

Learn what you are and be such.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

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.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force love.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

I leave before being left. I decide.

Don't worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

Lovers should also have their days off.

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.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

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

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

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

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

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

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 the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

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

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

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

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

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

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