Motivational Quotes

Love the moment and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries.

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

After the verb To Love...To Help is the most beautiful verb in the world.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

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

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

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

We always come back to our first love.

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

We cannot avoid using power, cannot escape the compulsion to afflict the world, so let us, cautious in diction and mighty in contradiction, love powerfully.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.

When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.

True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.

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

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

Love yourself unconditionally, just as you love those closest to you despite their faults.

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

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.

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

Love is a serious mental disease.

A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.

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.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

The only victory over love is flight.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

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.

Real love stories never have endings.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

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

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

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.

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love

Know the self to be sitting in the chariot, the body to be the chariot, the intellect the charioteer, and the mind the reins.

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

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