Motivational Quotes

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

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.

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.

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

Love alone could waken love.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

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

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

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry

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

Love the giver more than the gift.

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.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

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

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.

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

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

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

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

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

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

We live in the world when we love it.

Love is not a matter of counting the years -- it's making the years count.

There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved.

One is very crazy when in love.

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.

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

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Love is rarer than genius itself. And friendship is rarer than love.

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.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

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

Love talked about is easily turned aside, but love demonstrated is irresistible.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

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