Motivational Quotes

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

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

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

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

The advantage of love at first sight is that it delays a second sight.

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

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.

How sweet it is to love, and to be dissolved, and as it were to bathe myself in thy love.

The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to do, in order to have what you want.

I am a big believer in the mirror test. All that matters is if you can look in the mirror and honestly tell the person you see there, that you've done your best.

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

If marriage is your object, you'd better start loving your subject.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

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

Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.

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

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.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.

If only I had a little humility, I'd be perfect.

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.

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

A heart that loves is always young.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

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

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.

No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.

Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves from all let this be heard some does it with a bitter look some with a flattering word the coward does it with a kiss the brave man with the sword.

We love because it's the only true adventure.

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Without His love I can do nothing, with His love there is nothing I cannot do.

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.

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

It's unthinkable not to love --you'd have a severe nervous breakdown. Or you'd have to be Philip Larkin.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

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

Love makes everything that is heavy light.

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

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.

Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

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