Motivational Quotes

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.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Love is a ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

He is not a lover who does not love forever.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

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.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.

Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.

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

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.

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.

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

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Love is a given, hatred is acquired.

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 the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

As Plato sometimes speaks of the divine love, it arises not out of indigency, as created love does, but out of fullness and redundancy; it is an overflowing fountain, and that love which descends upon created being is a free efflux from the almighty source of love; and it is well pleasing to him that those creatures which he hath made should partake of it.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

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

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

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

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

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

Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.

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

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.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

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

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

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