Motivational Quotes

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.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

I donÆt think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

He who falls in love with himself will have no rivals.

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.

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.

Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

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

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

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

Those who haven't loved somebody else, more than they love themselves haven't even begun to live

Love the giver more than the gift.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

The way of peace is the way of love. Love is the greatest power on earth. It conquers all things.

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

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

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.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

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

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

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.

It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

Love is all you need.

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.

If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not; then marriages would be truly made in heaven.

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

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.

Love touched her heart, and lo! It beats high, and burns with such brave hearts.

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

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

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

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

People who do not love themselves can adore others, because adoration is making someone else big and ourselves small. They can desire others, because desire comes out of a sense of inner incompleteness, which demands to be filled. But they can not love others, because love is an affirmation of the living growing being in all of us. If you don't have it, you can't give it.

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