Motivational Quotes

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

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

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 is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

I fell in love with the thought that a human life could be a priestly conduit, a connecting link between earth and sky. As I grew and stumbled and, most important, as I began to love and be loved, I realized that the ultimate priest is the lover inside us

Know that you are your greatest enemy, but also your greatest friend.

Love is everything it's cracked up to beàIt really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

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 that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

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

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

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.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

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

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

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

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

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

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

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

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

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination. Never, never, never could one conceive what love is, beforehand, never. Life can be great --quite god-like. It can be so. God be thanked I have proved it.

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.

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

But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

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

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

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