Motivational Quotes

How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!

The hottest love has the coldest end.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

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

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

A heart that loves is always young.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.

And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment. [Philippians 1:9]

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

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, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but anti-political, perhaps the most powerful of all anti-political human forces.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

I shall always be a priest of love.

Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.

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.

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

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.

The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

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

Love is the river of life in the world.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

Love's pure silver flame gives each innermost spirit invisible warmth.

We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

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.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

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

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

Love is a gift from God, and as we obey His laws and genuinely learn to serve others, we develop God's love in our lives. Love of God is the means of unlocking divine powers which help us to live worthily and to overcome the world.

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

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

One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.

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

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

I define love for our purpose as the passion of one being for another in the hope of being loved in return.

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.

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

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