Motivational Quotes

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transform.

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.

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.

Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Love is the river of life in the world.

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

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

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

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony. [Julius Caesar]

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

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.

Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

You can't put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday -- so much is true.

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love. [I John]

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

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

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

Love is stronger than violence.

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 shown in your deeds, not in your words.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

After the verb To Love...To Help is the most beautiful verb in the world.

Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

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.

In the evening of life, we will be judged on love alone.

For love... has two faces; one white, the other black; two bodies; one smooth, the other hairy. It has two hands, two feet, two tails, two, indeed, of every member and each one is the exact opposite of the other. Yet, so strictly are they joined together

Self-love exaggerates our faults as well as our virtues.

Love the whole world as a mother lovers her only child.

Love touched her heart, and lo! It beats high, and burns with such brave hearts.

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.

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

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