Motivational Quotes

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

The only victory over love is flight.

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

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

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

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

True love is the parent of humility.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

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

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.

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

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

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

Love the giver more than the gift.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of literature and speech and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?

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.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

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

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

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.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.

To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]

I love those who do not know how to live for today.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word Love. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

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.

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

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

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