Motivational Quotes

Real love stories never have endings.

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

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.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

What makes lovers never tire of one another is that they talk always about themselves.

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

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

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Evening Star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the Mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot, and philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home, kinder of every fire on every hearth, It was the first dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody. Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings of common clay.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

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 makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

Love is like a fruit. It may look good, but you shouldn't bite in it until it's ripe.

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.

When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.

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.

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

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

Love is the great miracle cure. Loving ourselves works miracles in our lives.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.

By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. [John 13:35]

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

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

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not; then marriages would be truly made in heaven.

We know that we have passed from death into life, because we love... [1 John 3:14]

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

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.

The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.

Love is the bridge between two hearts.

One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal, Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

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 alone could waken love.

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.

Love without attachment is light.

The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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