Motivational Quotes

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

You are my lover and I am your mistress and kingdoms and empires and governments have tottered and succumbed before now to that mighty combination.

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

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.

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 an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

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

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Love is stronger than justice.

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them. George

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman's eyes.

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

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

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.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

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

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

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

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

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.

To love a thing means wanting it to live.

Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect.

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

Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

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

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]

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

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Love may be blind, but it can sure find its way around in the dark!

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

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

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