Motivational Quotes

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

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

Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

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.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

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

Love is the direct opposite of hate. By definition it's something you can't feel for more than a few minutes at a time, so what's all this bullshit about loving somebody for the rest of your life?

We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we wish.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

Love is the cheapest of religions.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

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.

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

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

If we love our country, we should also love our countrymen.

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

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Don't worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself.

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

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

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

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.

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.

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.

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.

I leave before being left. I decide.

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

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

It is with true love as it is with ghosts; everyone talks about it, but few have seen it.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

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.

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

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

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

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