Motivational Quotes

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

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.

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

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

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.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

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

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.

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

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

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.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

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

Everybody forgets the basic thing; people are not going to love you unless you love them.

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

Love the giver more than the gift.

Love is a serious mental disease.

A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

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

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

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 surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

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.

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Love is a friendship set to music.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

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

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

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.

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