Author of quotes: Paulo Coelho. Page 1

Discussions are always the same. They help people to convince themselves that they are right.

We rarely realize that the Extraordinary is around us.

The words are the same, but just different mouth utters them.

Have you noticed, probably more people afraid of spiders and snakes than cars, although traffic accidents kill incomparably more people? This is because our consciousness is stuck in the prehistoric era, when people lived in caves and snakes spiders were deadly. The same thing happens when a man feels attracted to many women.

All we are looking for with such enthusiasm - love, work, faith, - upon reaching maturity turns into unbearable burden.
To escape from this is only one way - through Love. To love is to transform slavery into freedom.

Why is Love more important than Faith?
Because Faith is merely the road on which we go to great Love.
Why is Love more important than Mercy?
Because Charity is just one of the manifestations of love. But the whole is always more important part.

My love belongs to me, and my will to offer it to someone you know, even if he doesn't answer me. Of course, it would be better if I said, but if not - it's nothing.

I knew I was not sick. Apparently, I just made that up to attract attention. Or to deceive itself, to make your life more interesting, because it had problems!

A musical instrument should not scratch it. The real sin is not one which we were taught in childhood, the present is not to strive for perfect harmony. Harmony is stronger than all our vital truths and half-truths.

That is what I was looking for all my life - freedom. I didn't need love, but love came and went and for her sake I did what in any case was not supposed to do, and walked right into the traps I placed.

I looked at couples and acutely aware of his helplessness: so many men, I visited the arms and here I was all alone, and no one is around, just to hold my hand. To tell you the truth, I rejected a lot of offers, for the first marriage completely repulsed me hunting to family life and experience marriage again is not going: what is the point to suffer for someone who doesn't deserve my pain, and finish the same as now - to sell her body, but only for a much smaller fee for the imaginary warmth of the hearth.

I long ago got rid of the illusions and hopes that someone will love me for who I am, and now, together with a tribute of admiration and flowers quietly took the money - it was payment for my ability to pretend. I was sure of finishing my days, never knowing the love, but does it matter? Love and power become indistinguishable for me.

I was unable to cry. The stones were slapelis in the water, maybe at the bottom they will fold and recreate the Margaretha Zelle. But I didn't want to be that again, the woman who looked into the eyes of the wife of Andreas and clearly read there that our fate is figured out to the smallest details: we must be born, go to College, get a husband to associate with him life even though he is the worst person on earth, if only people decided that no one wants, we do not need, - to bear him children, grow old and spend the rest of his days on a chair at home, staring at passers-by, pretending not to be if we are all in this life to understand and know, and not being able to silence the heart that says: "You could at least try to live that way."

... I want to kill not because of some stupid accusations of espionage, but because I dared to go for his dream, and the dream always comes at a price. By this time the strip have existed since the end of last century was even permitted by law, but remained only a demonstration of the flesh. I turned this gross spectacle in the art. When it again banned, I quietly continued to dance, because it had nothing to do with those vulgar creatures that stripped for public consumption.