I wanted to…feel hatred and love, despair and tedium– all those simple, yet foolish things that make up everyday life but that give pleasure to my existence. If one day I could get out of here, I would allow myself to be crazy.
Be crazy! But learn to be crazy without being the center of attention. Be brave enough to live different.
LIVE. If you live, GOD will live with you. If you refuse to run His risks, He’ll retreat to that distant heaven and be merely a subject for philosophical speculation.
Love fills everything. It cannot be desired because it is an end in itself. It cannot betray because it has nothing to do with possession. It cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks. Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant.
I start to think that I’m losing the love I have without having yet won the love I hope to win.
I was trying to come round to the idea that there might be an invisible reality capable of interfering in our lives, but the only reason I did so was because of a love I didn’t want to believe I felt but which was continuing to grow in a subtle, devastating way.
She would consider each day a miracle – which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.
Everything, absolutely everything on this earth makes sense, and even the smallest things are worthy of our consideration.
An awareness of death encourages us to live more intense.
What am I? It’s what you are, not what others make of you.
Because of that she had never had enough energy to be herself, a person who, like everyone else in the world, needed other people in order to be happy. But other people were so difficult.
She considered the possibility of telling her about everything that was happening, but then she changed her mind; people never learn anything by being told; they have to find out for themselves.
The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.
I think classical ballet dancers dance on point because they’re simultaneously touching the earth and reaching up to the skies.
You have two choices, to control your mind or to let your mind control you.
Source- ‘Veronika decides to die’, Paulo Coelho