Motivational Quotes

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

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.

Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Love without attachment is light.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

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.

Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

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

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

To fail to love is not to exist at all.

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

My love admits no qualifying dross.

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold people?s hands, people used to be shocked because they?d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

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.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

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

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

True love is the parent of humility.

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

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 is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

To dream of the person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.

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

Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.

Love and stoplights can be cruel.

Love is the delusion that one man or woman differs from another.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

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

An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and you in my bed, sweet present of the present, cool of night, warmth of my life.

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.

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

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

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

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

The idea that nations should love one another, or that business concerns or marketing boards should love one another, or that a man in Portugal should love a man in Peru of whom he has never heard --it is absurd, unreal, dangerous. The fact is we can only love what we know personally. And we cannot know much.

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