Motivational Quotes

Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

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

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

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

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

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

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

We live in the world when we love it.

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.

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.

Love the giver more than the gift.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

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

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

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

You will always have to live with yourself, and it is to your best interest to see that you have good company -- a clean, pure, straight, honest, upright, generous, magnanimous companion.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're still alive.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from 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 feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.

When you feel good about yourself, others will feel good about you, too.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

One can be a soldier without dying, and a lover without sighing.

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.

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

You will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments when you really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

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?

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

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

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 more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

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

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

It is better to have loved your wife than never to have loved at all.

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