Paulo Coelho Quotes

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

The only love that lasts is unrequited love.

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

He has so often told me he is madly in love with me, but what does that mean when I haven't had a good word from him in three months?

My cards and flowers always got rejected on Valentines Day.

For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

Romantic love is painful.

I've definitely had my moments in relationships where I've been able to say yes, I have been heartbroken, my heart has been broken.

There's the idea that love is supposed to hurt, but it really shouldn't hurt.

The great thing about unrequited love is it's the only kind that lasts.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

I’ve never known a man who loved me.

He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire.

Love is joy. Don't convince yourself that suffering is a part of it.

We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

Few beautiful women were willing to indicate in public that they belonged to someone. I had known enough women to realize this. I accepted them for what they were and love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons. One simply became tired of holding back love and let it go because it needed some place to go. Then, usually, there was trouble.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

I've hurt you terribly my love, and I'll hunt you again during the next fifty years. And you are going to hurt me, Ian-never I hope as much as you are hurting me now. But if that's the way it has to be, then I'll endure it, because the only alternative is to live without you, and that is no life at all. And the difference is that I know it, and you don't... not yet.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

The same ones you love will bring you pain.

We were resigned to suffering, thinking that we loved outside ourselves, and we perceive that our love is a function of our sorrow, that our love perhaps is our sorrow.

There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.