Motivational Quotes

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.

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.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

I shall always be a priest of love.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

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.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

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.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

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

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.

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

I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally.

When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.

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

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark.

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

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

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

Love all that has been created by God, both the whole and every grain of sand. Love every leaf and every ray of light. Love the beasts and the birds, love the plants, love every separate fragment. If you love each fragment, you will understand the mystery of the whole resting in God.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

You will always have to live with yourself, and it is to your best interest to see that you have good company -- a clean, pure, straight, honest, upright, generous, magnanimous companion.

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

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

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

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

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.

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

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

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