Motivational Quotes

It is a beautiful trait in the lovers character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

Love yourself unconditionally, just as you love those closest to you despite their faults.

Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin-it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

One does not fall in love; one grows into love, and love grows in him.

The best way to forget ones self is to look at the world with attention and love.

A healthy self-love means we have no compulsion to justify to ourselves or others why we take vacations, why we sleep late, why we buy new shoes, why we spoil ourselves from time to time. We feel comfortable doing things which add quality and beauty to life.

Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but anti-political, perhaps the most powerful of all anti-political human forces.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them. George

I'd rather be able to face myself in the bathroom mirror than be rich and famous.

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Love's pure silver flame gives each innermost spirit invisible warmth.

If that the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

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

I've only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

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

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

Love, while you are able to love.

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.

A heart is not judged by how much you love, but by how much you are loved, by others. (Wizard to the Tin Man)

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.

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.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

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

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.

There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved.

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 a serious mental disease.

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 try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

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.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Do all things with love.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

If love is shelter, I'm going to walk in the rain.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

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

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

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