Paolo Coelho

In this world there is always

One person waiting for another,

Be it in the middle of a desert,

Or in the middle of a big city.

And when those two people pass each other

And their eyes meet,

Past and future lose all importance,

And the only thing that exists

Is that moment and the incredible certainty

That everything under the sun

Was written by the same Hand,

The Hand that awakens Love,

And that makes a twin soul for everyone who works,

Rests and seeks treasures under the sun.

Without this our human dreams

Would make no sense.

 

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Paolo Coelho

By the River Piedra I Sat Down & Wept

“Every day, God gives us, as well as the sun,

A moment when it is possible to change anything

That is causing us unhappiness.

The magic moment

Is the moment when a “yes” or a “no”

Can change our whole existence.

Every day, we try to pretend

That we do not see that moment,

That it does not exist,

That today is the same as yesterday

And that tomorrow will be the same too.

However, anyone who pays close attention

To his day will discover the magic moment.

It might be hidden in the instant

That we put the key in the door in the morning,

In the moment of silence after supper,

In the thousand and one things

That appear to us to be the same.

This moment exists,

A moment in which all the strength of the stars

Flows through us

And allows us to perform miracles.

 

Paolo Coelho

Paolo Coelho

When we renounce our dreams, we find peace and enjoy a brief period of tranquility, but the dead dreams begin to rot inside us and to infect the whole atmosphere in which we live. What we hoped to avoid in the Fight - disappointment and defeat - becomes the sole legacy of our cowardice.

 

Paolo Coelho, The Pilgrimage