Motivational Quotes

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination. Never, never, never could one conceive what love is, beforehand, never. Life can be great --quite god-like. It can be so. God be thanked I have proved it.

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

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

The root of the matter the thing I mean is love, Christian love, or compassion. If you feel this, you have a motive for existence, a guide for action, a reason for courage, an imperative necessity for intellectual honesty.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

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

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

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

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

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

People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of a sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don't have it, you can't give it.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone -- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

If only I had a little humility, I'd be perfect.

Love is the river of life in the world.

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

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.

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Do all things with love.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

I donÆt think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but anti-political, perhaps the most powerful of all anti-political human forces.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

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