Motivational Quotes

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

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 love a thing means wanting it to live.

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

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Love is everything it's cracked up to beàIt really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

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

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

Lovers should also have their days off.

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

Do all things with love.

Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.

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

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

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.

Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love --to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

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

It is better to have loved your wife than never to have loved at all.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

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

When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love.

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

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

Love is the victim's response to the rapist.

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

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

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

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

Love, while you are able to love.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

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.

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.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry

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