Life is a dream from which we wake only when we meet death.

Paulo Coelho

Paulo Coelho

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Brazilian


Life is a dream from which we wake only when we meet death. Paulo Coelho

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During her life, Veronika had noticed that a lot of people she knew would talk about the horrors in other people's lives as if they were genuinely trying to help them, but the truth was that they took pleasure in the suffering of others, because that made them believe they were happy and that life had been generous with them.

No one could make a choice without feeling afraid.

Friendship is like a river; it flows around rocks, adapts itself to valleys and mountains, occasionally turns into a pool until the hollow in the ground is full and it can continue on its way.

I wanted to write when I was young, but people said it was impossible. Then my parents locked me in a mental institution - they said I was crazy and would never make a living from writing.

People tend to help others just so that they can feel are better than they really are.

So we contemplate each other, and we want each other, and I give it life and warmth, and it gives me my reason for living.

Perhaps it's the return of Saturn. Every twenty-nine years the planet returns to the same point in the sky that it occupied at the moment of our birth.

Age only slows down those who never had the courage to walk at their own pace..

I discovered that I'm a pervert, doctor. I want to know if that played some part in my attempted suicide. There are so many things I didn't know about myself.

My literature is much more the result of a paradox than that of an implacable logic, typical of police novels. The paradox is the tension that exists in my soul.

Sometimes, certain of God's blessings arrive by shattering all the windows.

That is what marks out a warrior: the knowledge that willpower and courage are not the same thing. Courage can attract fear and adulation, but willpower requires patience and commitment.

But emotions were, indeed, wild horses and they demanded to be heard. Brida let them run free for a while until they grew tired.

When somebody wants something, the whole Universe conspires in their favor. The Warrior of the Light knows this.