Motivational Quotes

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

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

In love there are two things -- bodies and words.

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

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

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

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

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.

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love --to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

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

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

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.

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

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

Love is the cheapest of religions.

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

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.

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.

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Love without attachment is light.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

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

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries.

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

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

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

The story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

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

What's so remarkable about Love at first sight? It's when people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes remarkable.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

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.

True love is the parent of humility.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.

We were two and had but one heart between us.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

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