Tag Archives: Paulo Coelho

All I ask. . .

My aim is to understand love, I know how alive I felt when I was in love, and I know that everything I have now, however interesting it may seem, doesn’t really excite me.

But love is a terrible thing: I’ve seen my girlfriends suffer and I don’t want the same thing to happen to me. They used to laugh at my innocence, but now they ask me how it is I manage men so well. I smile and say nothing, because I know that the remedy is worse than the pain: I simply don’t fall in love. With each day that passes, I see more clearly how fragile men are, how inconsistent , insecure and surprising they are . .. .

“Although my aim is to understand love, and although I suffer to think of the people to whom I gave my heart, I see that those who touched my heart failed to arouse me my body and those who aroused my body failed to touch my heart.”

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