Guillaume Musso Quotes

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

You only really deserve love if you give your whole body and soul to it, throwing yourself in and risking everything.

On calm days, you always think you've conquered them.
You think that in the end you've finally done them in.
That you've got rid of them for good, now and forever.
But that seldom happens.
Most of the time, the demons are still there, lurking somewhere in the shadows.
Tirelessly waiting for the moment when our guard drops.
And when love goes away ...

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning."
"There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love."
"Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal.
Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to
spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out."
"There are some loves that last."
"No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.

They were now both ready, not to begin from scratch, but to continue with a love that had survived for thirteen years in hibernation. They were no longer travellers without baggage. They were no longer twenty. They'd both been around the block a bit and had suffered without the other. They'd both lost their way without the other.
Each had tried to find love with other people.
But all that was now finished.

The best evidence that time travel is impossible is the fact that we haven't been invaded by hordes of tourists from the future.

A rare, deep and passionate love.

We are young, but We already know that in life's great game those who are most unhappy are those who haven't taken the risk to be happy.
And I don't want to be one of those

They kiss.
The kiss that will change everything. Elliot will never have been happier than with this girl, funny, down to earth and bohemian, who dreamed of remaking the world as she ate her pizza.
And Ilena will never have felt more beautiful than through the gaze of this mysterious and appealing boy that fate had thrown in her path in such a strange way.

You are your own refuge There is no other You cannot save another You can only save yourself.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

Love is always dangerous. To love is to hope you'll win it all while running the risk that you could lose it all. And sometimes it's also about accepting that there's a risk that you'll love more than you are loved.

When it comes to books and friends, it is best to have only a few but all good ones.

We think that some ties are so strong that they can withstand anything, but it's not true. When trust is broken, weariness sets in. Then poor choices, the deceptive lure of seduction and sorry twists of fate, all conspire to kill off love. In this type of unusual contest, the chances of winning are slim, more the exception than the rule.

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her.
But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

You'll stop hurting when you stop hoping.

He'd somehow lived a detached life, more Like a spectator than a participant in his own existence.

Even when apologising, this guy turns on the charm. And the worst thing is that it works.
She had reached a point in her life where she no longer expected anything from men, though that didn't stop her from falling in love with them.

She needs someone who will be everything for her: her friend, her boyfriend, her confidant, her lover and sometimes even her enemy.

Your soulmate can also be your downfall.

In years past, to keep their men close, women would wear a ring and bear children.
It doesn't work like that today.
Nowadays, how do we hold on to those we love?
I've no idea.

So if you love him, why keep him waiting for 13 years?"
"Because I was afraid. Afraid of not being worthy, afraid of not knowing how to love him, afraid of waking up one day and not loving him anymore.

The whirlwind of life
It was true. Sometimes life was like that, a wonderful whirlwind that fills us with joy, like a ride on a merry-go-round when we are children. A whirlwind of love and drunkenness when you sleep in someones arms, in a tiny bed, getting up for breakfast at midday because you've spent the morning making love. But sometimes a whirlwind destroys things, like a violent typhoon that tries to drag us down, when we have been caught by the storm, when we realize that we have to face the tempest alone. And we are afraid.

What have I left,from loving you?
Just my voice,with no sudden echo
Just my fingers,which grasp nothing
Just my skin,which seeks your hands
And above all fear,of loving you still
Tomorrow,almost dead.
Charles Aznavour