There was only one way out: to discover a cure for insanity.

Paulo Coelho

Paulo Coelho

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Brazilian

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Love is patience. That is how Love normally behaves: it waits calmly, unhurriedly, knowing that at some point, it will show itself. Love is ready to do its work at the right moment, but it waits calmly and meekly. Love is patient. It can bear all things. It believes all things. It hopes for all things. Because Love understands.

When you possess great treasures within you, and you try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.

And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.

And I discovered something: the meaning of my life was whatever I wanted it to be.

Dreams nourish the soul just as food nourishes the body. The pleasure of the search and of adventure feeds our dreams.

The Warrior of the Light needs time to (her)self. And (s)he uses that time for rest, contemplation, and contact with the Soul of the World. Even in the midst of a battle, (s)he manages to meditate.

A warrior balances solitude and dependence.

The previous day, the world had made sense, even without love's presence. But now we needed each other in order to see the true brilliance of things.

One must learn that which is necessary, and not simply what one wants.

Sometimes, when loneliness seems about to crush everything, the only way to resist is to keep on loving.

Is it possible to deviate from the path God has made? Yes, but it's always a mistake. Is it possible to avoid pain? Yes, but you'll never learn anything. Is it possible to know something without ever having experienced it? Yes, but it will never truly be part of you.

In magic - and in life - there is only the present moment, the now. You can't measure time the way you measure the distance between 2 points. 'Time' doesn't pass.

Death frees from the fear of dying.

I'm not afraid of loneliness, he continues. I'm afraid of deluding myself, of looking at reality the way I would like it to be and not how it really is.