Love was above everything else, and there was no hatred in love, only the occasional mistake.

Paulo Coelho

Paulo Coelho

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: Brazilian


Love was above everything else, and there was no hatred in love, only the occasional mistake. Paulo Coelho

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But a love with no name and no explanation, like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course but simply flows onward.

Beauty is the greatest seducer of men.

Everyday God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy.

Let go of the idea that the path will lead you to your goal. The truth is that with each step we take, we arrive. Repeat that to yourself every morning: 'I've arrived.' That way you'll find it much easier to stay in touch with each second of your day.

The most difficult thing in this world is to adopt the spirit and attitude of a warrior. It is no use being sad, complaining, feeling unjustly treated, and believing someone is doing something negative. No one is doing anything, and certainly not to a warrior.

All of my efforts had been bent on reward; I had not understood that when we want something, we have to have a clear purpose in mind for the thing we want. The only reason for seeking a reward is to know what to do with that reward.

Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn't sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.

Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the Language of the World.

I want and need to like myself again; I have to convince myself that I'm capable of taking my own decision.

It is not necessary to move mountains in order to prove one's faith.

The feet of labourers, pilgrims and explorers smoothed these stones. The stones were changed and the travellers were too.

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.

You're a man who has suffered and wants revenge,' she said. 'Your heart is dead, your soul is in darkness. The devil by your side is smiling because you are playing the game he invented.

I think that perhaps we always fall in love the very first instant we see the man of our dreams, even though, at the time, reason may be telling us otherwise, and we may fight against that instinct, hoping against hope that we won't win, until there comes a point when we allow ourselves to be vanquished by our feelings.