Our body remains alive, yet sooner or later our soul will receive a mortal blow. The perfect crime--for we don't know who murdered our joy, what their motives were, or where the guilty parties are to be found.
He hadn't a cent in his pocket, but he had faith !
It wasn't a dance, but the complete absence of noise and movement, the silence, that brought me in contact with myself.
Still, being fragile creatures, humans always try to hide from themselves the certainty that they will die. They do not see that it is death itself that motivates them to do the best things in their lives. They are afraid to step into the dark, afraid of the unknown, and their only way of conquering
Beware of anyone who tries to please you all the time.
Most human beings still cannot trust love.
As he looked up at the clouds or down at the precipice, he realized that this woman was the most important thing in his life; that she was the explanation, the sole reason for the existence of those rocks, that sky, that winter. If she were not there with him, it wouldn't matter if all the angels of
Most of the times, aggression will drive your enemy to do something that you are trying to prevent.
Physical elegance, which is what I am talking about here, comes from the body. This is no superficial matter, but rather the way that man found to honour the way he places his two feet on the ground.
So for the question I go to the mystery of it and say I don't know. I only know that I am alive and there is something that manifests in my life, that it is God and one day I am going to understand my life, probably in the day that I die, or afterwards. But I try to find good questions and not good
After weeks on the road, listening to a language you donâ€™t understand, using a currency whose value you donâ€™t comprehend, walking down streets youâ€™ve never walked down before, you discover that your old â€œI,â€ along with everything you ever learned, is absolutely no use at all in the face of
Because of that she had never had enough energy to be herself, a person who, like everyone else in the world, needed other people in order to be happy. But other people were so difficult. They reacted in unpredictable ways, they surrounded themselves with defensive walls, they behaved just as she di
The light of love drives away the darkness of guilt.
I only can write a book every two years, you know. And I write very fast, but I'm not always writing every day. I needed a contact with different things, like nature, for example. I cannot be in front of a computer trying to tell a story.
We cannot all see the dreams in the same way.
Life moves very fast. It rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
You might have lost some major battles, but you survived and you're still here.
He tries to show each person how much they are capable of achieving.
We are what we believe ourselves to be
Faith parries all blows. Faith transforms poison into crystalline water.
MySpace is an addiction. Paulo Coelh
You deserve all the good things that happen to you. Don't feel guilty and accept the blessings.
Bodies always understand each other, even when the souls do not.
People always arrive promptly at the places where they are expected.
Warriors always have a certain gleam in their eyes.
I don't care whether it was once sacred or not, I HATE WHAT I DO. It's destroying my soul, making me lose touch with myself, teaching me that pain is a reward, that money buys everything and justifies everything.
Why do they make things so complicated?" "So that those who have the responsibility for understanding can understand.," he said. "Imagine if everyone went around transforming lead into gold. Gold would lose its value." "It's those who are persistent, and willing to study things deeply, who achieve t
You can't want to be happy, because that's too easy and too boring.
Tragedies do happen. We can discover the reason, blame others, imagine how different our lives would be had they not occurred. But none of that is important: they did occur, and so be it. From there onward we must put aside the fear that they awoke in us and begin to rebuild
The first indication that we are killing our dreams is lack of time.