Motivational Quotes

Love is a serious mental disease.

Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.

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

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

I love those who do not know how to live for today.

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

Love without attachment is light.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

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.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

For where there is true love, a man is neither out of measure lifted up by prosperity, nor cast down by mishap; whether you give or take away from him, so long as he keeps his beloved, he has a spring of inward peace. Thus, even though thy outward man grieve, or weep downright, that may well be borne, if only thy inner man remain at peace, perfectly content with the will of God.

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

The world is wonderful and beautiful and good beyond one's wildest imagination. Never, never, never could one conceive what love is, beforehand, never. Life can be great --quite god-like. It can be so. God be thanked I have proved it.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

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

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, while you are able to love.

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

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

Learn what you are and be such.

Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

Love the giver more than the gift.

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.

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

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

Love is all you need.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

There is a voice inside which speaks and says: This is the real me!

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

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