Motivational Quotes

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

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

Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it. You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence.

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

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

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.

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

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

Subdue your passion or it will subdue you.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

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.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

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.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

The way to a woman's heart is through your wallet.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be.

Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Everyone of us needs to show how much we care for each other and, in the process, care for ourselves.

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

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.

We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.

Practice being at home with yourself, as you step out to be with others.

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 is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

No three words have greater power than I Love You.

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

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

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning. Never sick, never old, never dead. From itself never turning.

We live in the world when we love it.

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

A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.

One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.

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.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Love will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

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