Motivational Quotes

Love life and life will love you back. Love people and they will love you back.

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

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

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

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

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

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

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

Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

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 ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

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

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

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

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

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

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

You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

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

Be that self which one truly is.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

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

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