Motivational Quotes

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love

Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror, he sees a monkey.

What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.

The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.

The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.

Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. We cannot force love.

He [Freud] often said three things were impossible to fulfill completely; healing, education, governing. He limited his goals in analytic treatment to brining the patient to the point where he could work for a living and learn to love.

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.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

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.

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

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

The best way will be to avoid each other without appearing to do so -- or if we jostle, at any rate not to bite.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

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.

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

It is easier to guard a sack full of fleas than a girl in love.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble, how hopeless the outlook, how muddled the tangle, how great the mistake. A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.

Love wholeheartedly, be surprised, give thanks and praise then you will discover the fullness of your life.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

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

Every man loves what he is good at.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

Frustrated love has been the incentive for many great works.

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

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

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.

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.

Love is a better teacher than duty.

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

Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

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

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

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