Motivational Quotes

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

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

LOVE, the feeling, is the fruit of LOVE, the verb.

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

I never loved another person the way I loved myself.

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

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

The value of love will always be stronger than the value of hate.. Any nation or group of nations which employs hatred eventually is torn to pieces by hatred...

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

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

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

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.

We will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love, we will cry over things we used to laugh and our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentle creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then and in the end a summer with wild winds and new friends will be.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

One is very crazy when in love.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

Everybody forgets the basic thing; people are not going to love you unless you love them.

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

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

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in loved who says the more tender things.

Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.

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

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

I do not think that what is called Love at first sight is so great an absurdity as it is sometimes imagined to be. We generally make up our minds beforehand to the sort of person we should like, grave or gay, black, brown, or fair; with golden tresses or raven locks; -- and when we meet with a complete example of the qualities we admire, the bargain is soon struck.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Every man loves what he is good at.

Do all things with love.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

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.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

The snow goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

What's terrible is to pretend that the second-rate is first-rate, that you don't need love when you do or that you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

Once you have learned to love, You will have learned to live.

There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other's heart.

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

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