Erich Segal Quotes

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.

It takes someone very special to help you forget someone very special.

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.

I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.

We have turned doctors into gods and worship their deity by offering up our bodies and our souls - not to mention our worldly goods. And yet paradoxically, they are the most vulnerable of human beings. Their suicide rate is eight times the national average. Their percentage of drug addiction is one hundred times higher And because they are painfully aware that they cannot live up to our expectations, their anguish is unquantifiably intense. They have aptly been called 'wounded healers.' " ~ Barney Livingston, M.D. (Doctors, 1989)

Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness

Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any defeat into victory

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.

Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.

Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

The ‘equilibrium’ that people see in me is really an illusion. I am as flawed as anyone. It’s only that I seem to have the knack of hiding.

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

Sometimes I amaze even myself.

He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said.

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver.

The explanations for the things we do in life are many and complex. Supposedly mature adults should live by logic, listen to their reason. Think things out before they act. But maybe they never heard what Dr. London told me one, Freud said that for the little things in life we should react according to our reason. But for really big decisions, we should heed what our unconscious tells us.

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.

Professors of classics - not even a professor of English - professors of classics, they're something sacred; it's almost like being a priest.

There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?

Jenny, if you're so con­vinced I'm a loser, why did you bull­doze me into buy­ing you cof­fee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like your body,' she said.

But what does he do to qualify as a sonovabitch?” Jenny asked. “Make me”, I replied. “Beg pardon?” “Make me”, I repeated. Her eyes widened like saucers. “You mean like incest?” she asked. “Don’t give me your family problems, Jen. I have enough of my own.” “Like what, Oliver?” she asked, “like just what is it he makes you do?” “The ‘right things’”, I said. “What’s wrong with the ‘right things’?” she asked, delighting in the apparent paradox.