Motivational Quotes

Love is not blind -- it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

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.

Lovers should also have their days off.

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

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.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

It is of practical value to learn to like yourself. Since you must spend so much time with yourself you might as well get some satisfaction out of the relationship.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

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

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

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 is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Love alone could waken love.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

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.

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

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

Only the words of love kept alive are worthy of not being wasted

Love is the beauty of the soul.

If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

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.

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

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 an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

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.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

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

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

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

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

Love, while you are able to love.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

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