There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

I’ve been making a list of things they don’t teach you in school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to move on when the one you love walks away from you. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one’s capacity to endure it.

Por eso es tan importante dejar que ciertas cosas se vayan. Soltar. Desprenderse. La gente tiene que entender que nadie esta jugando con cartas marcadas, a veces ganamos y a veces perdemos. No esperes que te devuelvan algo, no esperes que reconozcan tu esfuerzo, que descubran tu genio, que entiendan tu amor. Cerrando ciclos. No por orgullo, por incapacidad o por soberbia, sino porque simplemente aquello ya no encaja en tu vida. Cierra la puerta, cambia el disco, limpia la casa, sacude el polvo. Deja de ser quien eras y transfórmate en quien eres. "El Zahir" Paulo Coelho

She was beautiful, in the quiet way that lonely, unnoticed people are beautiful to those who notice them.

For once in your life, you need to walk away and suffer the loneliness. Because you believe that one day in the far and distant future, you’ll be happy. And not so cracked and broken anymore. And you won’t cry anymore, and when you smile, it won’t be a façade - it will be real. And that empty heart-shaped black hole in your chest will slowly fade back to a healthy pink colour. And you’ll know that all the pain, all the sadness, everything you feel when you’re crying yourself to sleep…it’s gone. And you’re stronger for it.

I found out that the things that hurt us the most can become the fuel and the catalyst that propel us toward our destiny. It will either make you bitter or it will make you better.

There is an Indian proverb that says that everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional, and a spiritual . Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time but unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person. ~Rumer Godden

But she did look back, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.

This is the problem of getting attached to someone. When they leave you, you just feel lost.

Heartbreak is more common than happiness. We’re taught to believe not only that everyone deserves a happy ending, but also that if we try hard enough, we will get one. That’s simply not the case. Happy endings, lifelong loves, are the products of both effort and luck. We can control them, to some extent, and though our feelings always seem to have a life of their own, we can at least be open to love. But luck, the other component, well, there’s nothing we can do about that one, call it God’s plan or predestination or divine intervention, but we are all it’s mercy.

Mistakes are part of the game. It’s how well you recover from them, that’s the mark of a great player.

I’ve lived out my melancholy youth. I don’t give a fuck anymore what’s behind me, or what’s ahead of me. I’m healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day.

The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.

I feel too much. That’s what’s going on.’ ‘Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?’ ‘My insides don’t match up with my outsides.’ ‘Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up?’ ‘I don’t know. I’m only me.’ ‘Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.’

You have to be prepared for people to hate you, average people like to be average because no one bothers them

Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary

You have to have your heart broken. That’s the reality of life and if you are protected from this sadness, then how can you grow? How can you recognize real happiness when you see it?

We are all born and someday we’ll all die. Most likely to some degree alone.What if our aloneness isn’t a tragedy? What if our aloneness is what allows us to speak the truth without being afraid? What if our aloneness is what allows us to adventure – to experience the world as a dynamic presence – as a changeable, interactive thing?

we suffer a lot in our society from loneliness. so much of our life is an attempt to not be lonely: ‘let’s talk to each other; let’s do things together so we won’t be lonely.’ and yet inevitably, we are really alone in these human forms. we can pretend; we can entertain each other; but that’s about the best we can do. when it comes to the actual experience of life, we’re very much alone; and to expect anyone else to take away our loneliness is asking too much.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

Zahir, en árabe, quiere decir visible, presente, lo que no puede pasar desapercibido. Algo o alguien que, cuando entramos en contacto con él, acaba ocupando poco a poco nuestro pensamiento, hasta que no somos capaces de concentrarnos en nada más. Eso puede considerarse santidad o locura."

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people than I feel on my own.

All I need to find is a corner of my home for reading and tea.

Dificil es amarte y saber que no hay en tu corazon el mismo sentimiento que en el mio hay... Dificil es querer olvidarte y que mi mente te recuerde a cada instante... Dificil es saber que lo que soñe un dia vivir a tu lado nunca sera... Mil preguntas llenan mi mente....y mi corazon llora por que no fui suficiente para retener tu amor a mi lado... mi corazon te ama aun cuando mi mente le repite que lo nuestro nunca sera y que debo olvidar lo que un dia fuimos..lo que un dia soñe Mi corazon te ama y siempre lo hara...aunque dia a dia renuncia a los sueños que tenia en el.....sere feliz alguin dia? no lo se...lo que se es que la felicidad que un dia soñe estando a tu lado ya no esta..y que mis noches son largas pensando que perdi al hombre que mas he amado... No deseo volver atras...ni a lo que fuimos...x que se que tu amor no es como el mio...y prefiero vivir en mi lenta agonia..que vivir en un mundo lleno de falsedad...y de sueños alimentados solo x mi amor... Te amo? si con todo mi ser....pero mi corazon ya sufrio mucho y aunque te anhela y te extraña...sabe que nunca seremos uno..........

Sometimes I’d like to run away screaming from our technology-obsessed world, the invasive media, the madness of reality TV. We’ve lost touch with the simple things of life. We’re losing our individuality.

If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.

When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.

How much better is silence; the coffee-cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. Do not come and worry me with your hints that it is time to shut the shop and be gone. I would willingly give all my money that you should not disturb me but let me sit on and one, silent, alone.

As much as I would love to be a person that goes to parties and has a couple of drinks and has a nice time, that doesn’t work for me. I do that very unsuccessfully. I’d just rather sit at home and read, or talk to somebody that makes me laugh. There’s no shame in enjoying the quiet life. And that’s been the realisation of the past few years for me

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.

She felt betrayed by the disorder of the world. All she could imagine wanting now was silence.

I’m just not the type of person who accumulates friends or enjoys crowds. I’m good with words, but not the spoken kind; I’ve often thought what a marvelous thing it would be if I could only conduct relationships on paper.

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

Choose an author as you choose a friend.

But the moment you start thinking of yourself alone, absolutely alone, and related to nothing and to no one, you realize it’s silly to worry and fuss over what you are. You are simply what you are. And you feel as if you had closed a door forever on everything that’s unpleasant.

Read in order to live.

Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen

Have a regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.

The world belongs to those who read.

… It is unbearably painful For the soul to love silently.

When people walk away from you, let them go. You shouldn’t have to talk them into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, and coming to see you, because if they really cared about you in the first place; they would not be going anywhere.

Books are inexpensive valuable pieces of life, art, and adventure. One may look at a book and think, ‘This is simply paper held by cardboard and fancy binding and large lettering and a well-known publisher…’ But the readers know better. Who can deny someone their freedom to explore other worlds? No one, except those who rather sit in a 4 wall bedroom and watch the crickets play sad, sad songs.

You cannot make yourself feel something you do not feel, but you can make yourself do right in spite of your feelings.