Motivational Quotes

Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

I fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

Real love stories never have endings.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

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

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.

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

My first thoughts are that I should not let people down, that I should support them and love them.

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

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.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

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

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

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

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 was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

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

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

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force love.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

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

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.

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

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

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

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]

Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable, and praised when they are not praiseworthy.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

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