Paulo Coelho Quotes

Love is the beginning of the journey, its end, and the journey itself.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.

A lot of people like the idea of eternal love and eternal romance. The notion of love that is more profound and deeper because it is eternal is very powerful.

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

Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.

Love is something eternal.

Love is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future.

I have heard that whoever loves is in no condition old.

Love is the symbol of eternity.

Love is the infinite which is given to the finite.

Remember, love is all a woman has to give, but it is the only thing which God permits us to carry beyond the grave.

Love is eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence.

Beyond happiness or unhappiness, though it is both things, love is intensity; it does not give us eternity but life, that second in which the doors of time and space open just a crack: here is there and now is always.

When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

I'll love you until the day after forever.

I loved you backward and forward in time. I loved you beyond boundaries of time and space.

A hundred wise men have said in various ways that love transcends the power of death, and millions of fools have supposed that they meant nothing by it. At this late hour in my life I have learned what they meant. They meant that love transcends death. They are correct.

Love is the door to eternity.

The concept of endless love is something that we can exercise in all kinds of ways.

Love is no individual's experience; and though we are imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite and eternal.

The soft bonds of love are indifferent to life and death. They hold through time so that yesterday’s love is part of today’s and the confidence in tomorrow’s love is also part of today’s. And when one dies, the memory lives in the other, and is warm and breathing. And when both die - I almost believe, rationalist though I am - that somewhere it remains, indestructible and eternal, enriching all of the universe by the mere fact that once it existed.