Motivational Quotes

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.

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

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.

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.

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

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

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.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

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.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

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

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

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.

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

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

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.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia.

We love in another's soul whatever of ourselves we can deposit in it; the greater the deposit, the greater the love.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

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 is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

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

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.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

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

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

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

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