Motivational Quotes

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

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

Love is the cheapest of religions.

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

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

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there.

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

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

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Love the giver more than the gift.

One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?

Listen! Encourage. Say something. Do something. Be yourself. Love

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.

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.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

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

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.

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

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

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

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.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

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

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

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

My mistress'eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips'red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

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

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

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

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

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.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

Love is stronger than justice.

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

Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect.

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

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

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