Motivational Quotes

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

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.

A heart that loves is always young.

I am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

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 richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

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

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.

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.

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.

Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.

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

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

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

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

Love, while you are able to love.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

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

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.

Love is a friendship set to music.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

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

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

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.

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

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.

It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

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

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

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.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

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

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.

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

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

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

You can't blame gravity for falling in love.

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