Motivational Quotes

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

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

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

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

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

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence.

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

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people telling other people that they loved them.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

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

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

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.

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.

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

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

But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

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

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

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

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

We love those who admire us, but not those whom we admire.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Those who haven't loved somebody else, more than they love themselves haven't even begun to live

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

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

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

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

After the verb To Love...To Help is the most beautiful verb in the world.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

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