Motivational Quotes

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

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.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

Accept yourself as you are. Otherwise you will never see opportunity. You will not feel free to move toward it; you will feel you are not deserving.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

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

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue.

If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people telling other people that they loved them.

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

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.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

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.

Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

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 and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.

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

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

We always come back to our first love.

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

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

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

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.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

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

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden -- the passion for the revealed.

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