Paulo Coelho Quotes

Love flies, runs, and rejoices; it is free and nothing can hold it back.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

There aren't rules in a romance, so they can be played any number of ways.

You can't control who you fall in love with.

I get to do what I love and communicate whatever I want.

Music is something no one can control.

Jane and I - somehow we fell into each other's arms, and I adored her! I loved her from the minute I saw her. I don't think I knew what love was.

I learned that if you can proceed with a level of anonymity while still pursuing the thing you love, that's the dream.

I don't really think about why I climb, I just simply love it.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

I have loved women even to madness, but I have always loved liberty better.

No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.

The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go.

Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.

Once you're in love, you have that excuse to go and do whatever you want.

All good things are wild and free.

I do what I love to do. I have awesome people who let me make the choices I want to make. I navigate things by whether I want to play a part or not, to be honest.

Love fills everything. It cannot be desired because it is an end in itself. It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession. It cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks. Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant.

I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.

She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

When the rhythm and night ride, no heart can hide.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.

You don't choose who you love.