Motivational Quotes

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

Every man loves what he is good at.

Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.

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

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.

In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

If we really love ourselves, everything in our life works.

Love and pity and wish well to every soul in the world; dwell in love, and then you dwell in God.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

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

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

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

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

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

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 is a ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

As Plato sometimes speaks of the divine love, it arises not out of indigency, as created love does, but out of fullness and redundancy; it is an overflowing fountain, and that love which descends upon created being is a free efflux from the almighty source of love; and it is well pleasing to him that those creatures which he hath made should partake of it.

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.

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

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

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.

Naturally, love's the most distant possibility.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

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.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

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

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And 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.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

If only I had a little humility, I'd be perfect.

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

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

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

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

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.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

When you feel good about yourself, others will feel good about you, too.

Never try to define love. Once defined love is confined. Once confined -- It dies.

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

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.

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