Paulo Coelho Quotes

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.

Love is merely a madness.

You looove me. You love me this much.

My love's a noble madness.

Love is blind, but desire just doesn't give a good goddamn

Love is madness, if thwarted it develops fast.

There is always some madness in love.

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

Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.

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

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

The song Venus de Milo, the whole subject of it is Love is a drug.

Who loves, raves.

I am a lover like no lover has ever loved before!

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

I love being in love. I don't think anything compares with it, though I consider it very disruptive.

Love isn't quite desire... Love is probably a little bit in The Sandman's domain. Love is partly a dream, it's partly to do with desire, and sometimes it's partly to do with death, as well. It's also very often something to do with delirium.

The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.

You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.

When I fall in love I'm obsessed.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.