Paulo Coelho Quotes

Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

There is no greater sorrow Than to be mindful of the happy time In misery

My songs have a layer of melancholy.

Ever since I was a kid, I've always been interested in the poetry of melancholy, if you like.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

Mournful and Never-ending Remembrance.

The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.

One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!" And a little later you added: "You know-- one loves the sunset, when one is so sad..." "Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunsets?" But the little prince made no reply.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

There is pleasure in calm remembrance of a past sorrow.

20 minutes later: a girl on Himmel Street. She looks up. She speaks in whisper. 'The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are so soft and sad, and...' She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body. 'And it's cold, Max. It's so cold.

I don't know whether there is anyone else at all who remembers my noble father with such sadness.

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

My father's body lies in a stone tomb high on a hill. People walk by, pause, think their own thoughts about him and move on, back to their own lives. I can never move on. He is everywhere.

To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.

My favorite songs to sing have always been songs about regret. I don't know why that is, but to me, that's country music.

Fans say I have a lot of sorrow in my eyes. It's true.