Motivational Quotes

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

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

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

Is your love for the Lord sufficient to give all your time and talents to his work?

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.

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

This is my commandment, that ye love one another. [Jesus, In John 15:12]

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

Love is what happens to a man and woman who don't know each other.

This world is not for aye, nor'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change. For'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire is most are fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

Love can neither be bought or sold, its only price is love.

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

Love is inseparable from knowledge.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.

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.

A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the motions of his mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he should be the shadow of her mind. A lady, in the presence of her lover, should never want a looking-glass; as a beau, in the presence of his looking-glass, never wants a mistress.

The chemist who can extract from his heart's elements, compassion, respect, longing, patience, regret, surprise, and forgiveness and compound them into one can create that atom which is called love.

A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.

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.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

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

Love is the cheapest of religions.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past -- a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

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

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

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

I shall always be a priest of love.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.

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

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

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's best habit is a soothing tongue.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

The only victory over love is flight.

Do not wish to be anything except what you are.

God proved His love on the Cross. When Christ hung, and bled, and died, it was God saying to the world, I love you.

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.

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