Motivational Quotes

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

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

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

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

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

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

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

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.

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

If we discovered we only had five minutes left to say all we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people telling other people that they loved them.

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

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

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.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

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.

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.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

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.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

It was the men I deceived the most that I loved the most.

My mistress'eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips'red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

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

Love is not only something you feel. It's something you do.

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

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

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?

Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

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

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

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.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

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

Love is a serious mental disease.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

If any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

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