Motivational Quotes

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

We always come back to our first love.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

It is by loving and by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

Teach only love for that is what you are.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

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.

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

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

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

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 heart that loves is always young.

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

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

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone -- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

One is very crazy when in love.

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 comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

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

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap; whether you give or take away from him, so long as he keeps his beloved, he has a spring of inward peace. Thus, even though thy outward man grieve, or weep downright, that may well be borne, if only thy inner man remain at peace, perfectly content with the will of God.

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Love is not only something you feel. It's something you do.

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

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

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

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

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