Motivational Quotes

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

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.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

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

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

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

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

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

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Love is a serious mental disease.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

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

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

One is very crazy when in love.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

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

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

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

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

It is well to be happy and wise and well to be honest and true; it is well to be off with the old love, before you are on with the new.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

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.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

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