Motivational Quotes

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're still alive.

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

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

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

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

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

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

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

Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance,'Tis kept by art.

One is very crazy when in love.

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

There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved.

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

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

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

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

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

What's terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don't need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

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

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

Only the really plain people know about love --the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they very soon exhaust their talents.

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

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.

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.

Love's reason's without reason.

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

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

I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

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.

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.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

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

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.

If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people telling other people that they loved them.

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

There are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.

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

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?

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