Author of quotes: Paulo Coelho. Page 2

... love is primarily an act of faith to another and another person, whose face should always be hidden from us by a veil of mystery. Every moment should be felt and experience, and if you try to understand his hidden meaning, to comprehend the mind - a magic spell will dissipate. We follow the ways of love - the Lightbringer or painful - climb the highest peaks or down into the bottomless depths of the seas, but they believe in the guiding hand of us. And if you don't allow yourself to be scared, you'll Wake up in a shining Palace; if we are afraid to take those steps that requires us to love, if you want it to be revealed and openly, the result will not achieve anything.

When over brings a memory, is able to upset an old wound, suddenly opened and all the rest, and now the soul is bleeding, so much so that one can only fall to my knees and sob.

... eccentric is one who searches for the lost youth between the legs of women ten years younger than himself.

What kind of Paradise where never happens anything noteworthy? I wasn't looking for happiness, and what the French call "la vrai vie" - full of life. With its unspeakable beauty and moments of black despair, with her loyalty and betrayal, with its fears and sense of peace and security.

Now you're in heaven, just don't get it. Of course, it's a bit boring, but he and Paradise. And again you are looking for adventure. Do not think for insolence, but humans are terribly ungrateful creature, and always dissatisfied with his share.

... the purpose of the artist is to get beyond itself and its possibilities. Anyone who wants small and affordable, will not succeed in life.

For that to become a major power in the world, you have to pay a high price. Here England - the Empire on which the sun never set, but ask anyone what city he would prefer to visit London or Paris? No doubt, he will choose the city on both banks of the Seine with its cathedrals, trendy shops, theatres, artists, musicians, and for those who are more brave - with its cabarets and kafeshantany, known worldwide for the "Folies bergère", "Moulin Rouge", "Lido".

... I'm a Nightingale who sacrificed everything and this lost.

All wars end when those who need to prey on the dead. We're always trying to get away from war, only war somehow stubbornly follow us.

I thought I was talking about their offense, I just rostrally them even more, but was back - washed by the tears of the ulcer was at once healed. I impotently pounded my fists on the gravel, his hands were already chafed to the blood, but I felt no pain, because at that moment I was healed. I understand why Catholics go to confession, knowing that the priests are the same sinners as they are, if not worse. No matter who takes your confession, it is important to open up your soul to the sunlight and the heat cleared it, and rainwater - washed.

A great way never to get lost is not to think about that which brings you life.

Between us, the evidence of guilt was so dubious that it wouldn't be enough to whip a cat.

Abandoned feels only his pain, only about her and thinks. No one asks what we have left. Suffering whether it is their choice, whether suffering because I was afraid of social judgment and remained with the family, with their hands tearing my heart? Every night he is tossing and turning without sleep, not knowing her place and calm. Then it seems that he made a mistake, he feels was right, protecting the family and children. Time is of no help to him, it does not cure his wounds - the more distant from him the day he made a fateful decision, the clearer, lighter and sinless become his memories of a lost Paradise, the sooner they become melancholy. And he himself not an assistant. He distanced himself from everyone, weekdays pretends busy, and on weekends goes to the field of Mars to play with your friends in the balls, as long as his son eats ice cream, and his wife Lisa are staring at the toilet passing ladies. There is no light of such a wind that turned the boat of his life, he is doomed to the standing waters of the quiet Harbor. Yes, it affects all those who go and those who stay, their families, their children. And no one can change it.

Everything in this world has two sides. Those who were left ruthless God, named love, look to the past and ask myself why they built such Grand plans for the future. But if they look deep inside ourselves, remember as the day when their heart was saronen the seed of love, they began to care for him and protect him until the seed has not grown a tree that is from the heart not to pull out.