Paulo Coelho Quotes

I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.

I'm giving up on love cause love's given up on me.

Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.

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

Not only had he lost the only girl he'd ever loved, he'd lost her in duplicate, like some heartbroken but highly efficient civil servant.

To lose love is a terrible thing. But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me

Love isn't always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

I can't do this Ash. It's killing me. Having you this close and not touching you is driving me insane. You're his Ash. You're his. You made your choice and I understand why you chose him. I don't hold it against you but dammit Ash it hurts

I have loved badly, loved the great Too soon, withdrawn my words too late; And eaten in an echoing hall Alone and from a chipped plate The words that I withdrew too late.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

Breakups are still uncomfortable, period, and especially when you really are in love with somebody. They are not the easiest things to deal with, and once you break up, you're trying to get used to not being with that person.

Not to be loved is a misfortune, but it is an insult to be loved no longer.

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It's a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

I have a one-track mind. That's all that I'm interested in - love. And the lack of it. When it stops.

I'm very emotional: to lose love is the same as dying.

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

Love lost is a special kind of failure, I think. It's a reminder that some consummations, no matter how devoutly wished for, never come; that some apes will never be men, not in all the world's ages.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.