Motivational Quotes

When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

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

We love because it's the only true adventure.

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 are few people who are not ashamed of their love affairs when the infatuation is over.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place; And when in his fair parts she did abide, She was lodged and newly deified.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Every day I live I am more convinced that the waste of life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the selfish prudence that will risk nothing and which, shirking pain, misses happiness as well.

Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.

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

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

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

Love the giver more than the gift.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.

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

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

Love is swift, sincere, pious, joyful, generous, strong, patient, faithful, prudent, long-suffering, courageous, and never seeking its own; for wheresoever a person seeketh his own, there he falleth from love.

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

The greatest gift that you can give to others is the gift of unconditional love and acceptance.

True love means two seeds grow separately until they join in Matrimony forever.

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

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.

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

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.

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.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

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

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

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

Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. [Roman 13:9]

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

Teach only love for that is what you are.

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.

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.

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

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