Life is a constant risk, and anyone who forget this will be unprepared for the challenges that fate may have in store.

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Solitude is not absence of love, but its complement.

Love creates bridges where it would seem they were impossible.

When you are moving toward an objective," said Petrus, "it is very important to pay attention to the road. It is the road that teaches us the best way to get there, and the road enriches us as we walk its length.

Because according to the story we are told, there always comes a moment in our lives when we reach "our limit"...the acomodador: there is always an event in our lives that is responsible for us failing to progress.

The boy listened to the sound of her voice and thought it to be more beautiful than the sound of the wind in the date palms.

Never try to please everyone; if you do, you will be respected by no one.

If pain must come, may it come quickly. because i have a life to live, and i need to live it in the best possible. if he has to make a choice, may he make it now. then i will either wait for him or forget him. waiting is painful. forgetting is painful. but not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

He analyses every strategy and asks: "what would I do if I had to fight myself?" He thus discover his weak points.

Anything that occurs once can never occur again. But, should it happen twice, it will surely happen a third time.

I want to continue being crazy, living my life the way I dream it, and not the way other people want it to be.

I wept because I was re-experiencing the enthusiasm of my childhood; I was once again a child, and nothing in the world could cause me harm.

I guess you don't believe that a king would talk to someone like me, a shepherd, he said, wanting to end the conversation. Not at all. It was shepherds who were the first to recognize a king that the rest of the world refused to acknowledge. So, it's not surprising that kings would talk to shepherds.

What am I doing here, trying to make my way in a spiritual tradition whose roots are in the remote past, far from all the challenges of the present moment?

I want to be someone capable of seeing the unseen faces, of seeing those who do not seek fame or glory, who silently fulfil the role life has given them. I want to be able to do this because the most important things, those that shape our existence, are precisely the ones that never show their faces.