Motivational Quotes

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

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.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

Our first and last love is... self-love.

Without His love I can do nothing, with His love there is nothing I cannot do.

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.

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.

Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

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

He who is not impatient is not in love.

Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

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.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

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.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

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.

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

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

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 does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Love is like a poisonous mushroom -- you don't know if it is the real thing until it is too late

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

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

Love yourself unconditionally, just as you love those closest to you despite their faults.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

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

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

True love is the parent of humility.

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.

Someday, after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energy of love; and for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

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

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

You will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments when you really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

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