Motivational Quotes

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

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

Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

Love is a tyrant sparing none.

Love's reason's without reason.

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.

Love is a spendthrift, leaves it arithmetic at home, is always in the red.

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.

There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.

The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

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

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

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

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.

A man in love is like a clipped coupon -- it's time to cash in.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

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

God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

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

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.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

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

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

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.

We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others.

Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

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.

How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.

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.

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.

We were two and had but one heart between us.

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

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.

Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love. [The Song Of Solomon 2:5]

Love ever gives. Forgives outlives. And ever stands with open hands. And while it lives, it gives. For this is love's prerogatives -- to give, and give, and give.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

It is better to have loved your wife than never to have loved at all.

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

It is here, my daughters, that love is to be found -- not hidden away in corners but in the midst of occasions of sin. And believe me, although we may more often fail and commit small lapses, our gain will be incomparably the greater.

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.

Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.

If somebody says, I love you, to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? I love you, too.

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