Paulo Coelho Quotes

When you live in a condo complex with people next door, I don't know how you can be dead for four months without anybody noticing you not coming and going.

I am not reclusive. I just have a private life.

I think of New Yorkers as not taking the time to talk to someone they don't know.

I didn't have an incredibly active social life as a teenager. I always wished it was a little bit more exciting than it was.

I would like to have a more social life than I have.

As an author, you spend a lot of time by yourself in a room making clicky noises. It gets pretty insulated. You realize pretty early on in your career that even if this goes well, you could spend all your life in a room alone. Unless you pick projects that are going to get you out doing things, you're not going to actually live your life.

With most people, strangers are not only enemies, but inferiors.

if you're tired of arguing with strangers on the Internet, try talking with one of them in real life.

The neighbors hate me.

I don't go out with strangers," I said. "Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.

People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.

Nothing is more cheerful than talking about our friends' shortcomings.

Our social relationships are limited, most of the time, to gossip and criticizing people's behavior. This observation slowly pushed me to isolate from the so-called social life. My days pass by in solitude.

Strangers are an endangered species.

Only people who're positive enough to have friends have enemies. When you're as glum and morose as he was, people just give up and go away.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say "I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know?" And I'd say "I'll catch you," and you would say, "It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

loneliness has its own needs!

Nobody is a friend of ours. Let's face it.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

Men don't live well by themselves. They don't even live like people. They live like bears with furniture.

I don't doubt that a man can live perfectly well on his own, but I'm convinced that he begins to die as soon as he closes the door of his house behind him.

Evil, in this system of ethics, is that which tears apart, shuts out the other person, raises barriers, sets people against each other.

A regret understood by no one: the regret to be a pessimist. It’s not easy to be on the wrong foot with life.

Arrows of hate have been aimed at me too, but they have never hit me, because somehow they belonged to another world with which I have no connection whatsoever.