Motivational Quotes

Love is a friendship set to music.

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

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

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.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]

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.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

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

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

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.

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 is stronger than justice.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Love has no errors, for all errors are the want for love.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.

Love, love, love -- all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.

We can only learn to love by loving.

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Only the really plain people know about love --the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they very soon exhaust their talents.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we doà?

If there is any country on earth where the course of true love may be expected to run smooth, it is America.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

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.

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.

Love is stronger than violence.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

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

Love is a gift from God, and as we obey His laws and genuinely learn to serve others, we develop God's love in our lives. Love of God is the means of unlocking divine powers which help us to live worthily and to overcome the world.

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.

Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.

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

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.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

And you are to love those who are your aliens for you yourselves were aliens in Egypt. [Deuteronomy 10:19]

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

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.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

The advantage of love at first sight is that it delays a second sight.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

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.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

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