Motivational Quotes

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

Many will detest you if you spend all your love on yourself.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

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.

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.

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

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

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

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.

Let no one believe that he has received the divine kiss, if he knows the truth without loving it or loves it without understanding it. But blessed is that kiss whereby not only is God recognized but also the Father is loved; for there is never full knowledge without perfect love.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.

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 always like a good math solution to any love problem.

My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away

A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the motions of his mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he should be the shadow of her mind. A lady, in the presence of her lover, should never want a looking-glass; as a beau, in the presence of his looking-glass, never wants a mistress.

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

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

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.

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.

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

Love is a serious mental disease.

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

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

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

True love is the parent of humility.

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

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Live for love. Without love, you don't live.

Lovers should also have their days off.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And 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.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

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 hottest love has the coldest end.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

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

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

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