Paulo Coelho Quotes

Love is like a flower, even the most beautiful kind dies.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. Unfortunately, it's also one of the hardest things in the world to hold on to, and one of the easiest things to throw away.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

The essence of what makes life beautiful is the fact that it can go away.

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

I've been through so much in my life. I've seen so much. I know how fast things can change. I know someone can be here one minute and gone the next.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Love doesn't last.

Life is like this: things come and go.

Dreams rise like the sun and set like the sun: One minute, it is high and bright; the next minute, you might lose it.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

We thought we'd last forever. Then, of course, we didn't, and that was shocking.

the most deeply moving element in the contemplation of beauty is the element of loss. We desire to hold; but the sunset melts into the night, and the secret of the painting on the wall can never be the secret of the buyer.

If man were never to fade away ... but lingered on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us. The most precious thing in life is its uncertainty.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

Look at light and admire its beauty. Close your eyes, and then look again: what you saw is no longer there; and what you will see later is not yet.

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

Nothing gold can stay.