Paulo Coelho

JOY goes against the foundations of mathematics: it multiplies when we divide.

Marie, let__ suppose that two firemen go into a forest to put out a small fire. Afterwards, when they emerge and go over to a stream, the face of one is all smeared with black, while the other man__ face is completely clean. My question is this: which of the two will wash his face? That__ a silly question. The one with the dirty face of course._ No, the one with the dirty face will look at the other man and assume that he looks like him. And, vice versa, the man with the clean face will see his colleague covered in grime and say to himself: I must be dirty too. I__ better have a wash._ What are you trying to say?_ I__ saying that, during the time I spent in the hospital, I came to realize that I was always looking for myself in the women I loved. I looked at their lovely, clean faces and saw myself reflected in them. They, on the other hand, looked at me and saw the dirt on my face and, however intelligent or self-confident they were, they ended up seeing themselves reflected in me thinking that they were worse than they were. Please, don__ let that happen to you.

The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.

If evil exists its to be found in our fears.

Don__ waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear.

People give flowers as presents because flowers contain the true meaning of love. Anyone tries to possess a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower on a field, you will keep it forever, because the flower is part of the evening and the sunset and the smell of damp earth and the clouds on the horizon.

The people through which the Tradition of the Sun spoke were people just like anyone else, and who, one morning or one evening, looked at the world and felt the presence of something greater. They had unwittingly plunged into an unknown sea, and, for the most part, they did not do so again. Everyone, at least once in each incarnation, possessed the secret of the Universe.

The Warrior looks at the column of Fear, where he reads: __ou are about to enter an unknown and dangerous world where all that you have learned up to now will be of no use whatsoever.__he Warrior of Light looks at the column of Desire, where he reads: __ou are about to leave a known world where all the things you always wanted and all that you have fought so hard for are kept.__he Warrior smiles, because nothing can frighten him and nothing can hold him. With the confidence of those who know what they want, he opens the door.

It isn'y explanations that carry us forward, it's our desire to go on.

Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone.

We've replaced nearly all our emotions with fear

She was neither happy nor unhappy, and that was why she couldn't go on.

I saw that she didn't want to answer that question and so I asked again: when mouths close it's because there's something important to be said.

Remember that wherever your heart is, there you will find your treasure.

But how to explain suffering because of a man? It's not explainable. With that kind of suffering, a person feels as if they're in hell, because there is no nobility, no greatness - only misery.

But they both agreed that it's always nice to know that your wife is desired by another man, although they wouldn't go any further than that.

This last week has been a little hell for both of us simply because I didn't understand my own feelings. And because I can't understand them, I blame her for provoking in me feelings that make my world seem suddenly unsafe.

At some point, we have each said through our tears, "I'm suffering for a love that's not worth it." We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth.