Love can only be found through the act of loving.

Paulo Coelho

Paulo Coelho

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Brazilian

Love can only be found through the act of loving. Paulo Coelho

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But no one can lose sight of what he desires. Even if there are moments when he believes the world and the others are stronger. The secret is this: do not surrender.

You cannot give anything more important than the Love reflected in your own life. That is the one true universal language, which allows us to speak Chinese or the dialects of India. For if, one day, you go to those places, the silent eloquence of Love will mean that you will be understood by everyone.

I am not happy, and the quest for happiness as a principal objective is not part of my world. Of course, ever since I can remember, I have done what I felt like doing.

Every second of the search is an encounter with God.

Life is always a matter of waiting for the right moment to act.

Tradition of the Moon, which teaches through time and the things that are imprisoned in time's memory.

You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own.

The boy told himself that, on the way toward realizing his own destiny, he had learned all he needed to know, and had experienced everything he might have dreamed of.

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.

Life sometimes separates people so that they may realize how much they mean to each other.

Instead of crushing them and mixing them with water, she decided to take them one by one, because there is always a gap between intention and action, and she wanted to feel free to turn back halfway.

Sometimes it's better to be with the sheep, who don't say anything. And better still to be alone with one's books.

For men it is just a stupid mistake. For women, it feels like a spiritual crime against all those who surround her with affection and support her as a mother and wife.

A mental hospital, insanity, an insane asylum, where people were not ashamed to say that they were crazy, where no one stopped doing something they were enjoying just to be nice to others.