Motivational Quotes

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.

Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.

You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

'Light fuse and get away'may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

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

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.

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.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

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.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

Self-love is the instrument of our preservation.

Clenched Soul

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.
Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

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.

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

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no! it is an ever fixed mark.

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

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach.

When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.

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

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.

In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.

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.

Love's reason's without reason.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.

The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred...

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

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

Sure I love Goldie. How could you not love Goldie? Everyone loves Goldie. I love her, and I hope our love will continue, but I don't want to give an I-love-Goldie-Hawn interview.

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.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

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

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

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