Paulo Coelho Quotes

The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.

I think you know what you're up against when you take on a piece that you know is going to involve dragging up a lot emotions - you can end up being deeply immersed in gloom.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

Emotions are wild horses.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

It is as if my heart and my brain did not belong to the same person. Feelings come quicker than lightning and fill my soul, but they bring me no illumination; they burn me and dazzle me.

I have as much rage as you have, I have as much pain as you do, I've lived as much hell as you have, and I've kept mine bubbling under for you.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.

The first love is the difficult love.

Grief is a bad moon, a sleeper wave. It's like having an inner combatant, a saboteur who, at the slightest change in the sunlight, or at the first notes of a jingle for a dog food commercial, will flick the memory switch, bringing tears to your eyes.

Men are much oftener thrown on their knees by the melancholy than by the agreeable passions.

There's such an extreme feeling to be in love, especially in quite an emotionally destructive relationship, where you're both kind of really bad for each other, but you love each other so much. Those extreme emotions, I think, can only be described with extreme imagery.

Most anger stems from feelings of weakness, sadness and fear: hard to remember when one is at the receiving end of its defiant roar.

In love there is but little rest.

Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.

For a human being, sadness is as powerful as terror. Sadness makes a warrior shed tears of blood.