Motivational Quotes

Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.

Without His love I can do nothing, with His love there is nothing I cannot do.

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

Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

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.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.

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

Let the first impulse pass, wait for the second.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

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

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

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

Love is a friendship set to music.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away

Love is a conflict between reflexes and reflections.

There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.

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

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

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.

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.

Love is stronger than justice.

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.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

You talk too much, you laugh too loud, that's the price of love.

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

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

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

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

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

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.

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, 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.

Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.

It is well to be happy and wise and well to be honest and true; it is well to be off with the old love, before you are on with the new.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

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.

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