Motivational Quotes

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we doà?

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.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

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

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there.

Blue eyes say, Love me or I die; black eyes say, Love me or I kill thee.

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

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

To love and be loved is the great happiness of existence.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

True love means two seeds grow separately until they join in Matrimony forever.

We live in the world when we love it.

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.

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

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

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

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

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

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.

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue.

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

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

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

One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

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

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

I leave before being left. I decide.

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 there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.

There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

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.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

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