Motivational Quotes

Love - THE FEELING - is a fruit of love, the verb.

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

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Learn what you are and be such.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

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.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Love is a serious mental disease.

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.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

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.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

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

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

Love is all you need.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

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

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

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.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

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

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

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.

Love will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.

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.

I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour; for a day, for a month, but I can give and I'm very happy to do that and I want to do that.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

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

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force love.

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

I believe the greatest gift I can conceive of having from anyone is to be seen by them, heard by them, to be understood and touched by them.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

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