BOOK: BY THE RIVER PIEDRA, I SAT DOWN AND WET BY PAULO COELHO
29 of the book’s note worthy lines.
There are certain things that could have happened but didn’t. The magic moments go unnoticed, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything.
We are not the ones who write the best moments of our lives.
No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone’s eyes.
There are moments when you have to take risks, to do crazy things.
Love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.
The wise are wise only because they love.
Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.
It must have been the lunatics who invented love.
Love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current. For when those walls come down, then love takes over, it no longer matters what is possible and impossible; it doesn’t even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control.
Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
In fairy tales, the princesses kiss the frogs, and frogs become princes. In real life, the princesses kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs.
Life takes us by surprise and orders us to move toward the unknown – even when we don’t want to and when we think we don’t need to.
Many times in my life, I have tried to love with all my heart, and my loce has wound up being trampled or betrayed.
And there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it’s better to lose some of the battles in the struggle for your dreams than to be defeated without ever even knowing what you’re fighting for.
The universe always help us fight for our dreams, no matter how foolish they may be. Our dreams are our own, and only we can know the effort required to keep them alive.
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, or twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand new situation. Love can consign us to hell or paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.
We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness.
You’re making me happy. And happiness is something that multiplies when it is divided.
A thousand times I wanted to take his hand, and a thousand times I stopped myself. I was still confused – I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I didn’t know how to begin.
Truth resides where there is faith.
We are our own greatest surprise.
Waiting is painful, forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
Love is worth every penny of its price.
The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behaviour in certain ways – and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don’t know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection.
And love always causes stupidity.
There is some point at which you have to wonder whether all our effort is worth it.
Because love has never kept anyone away from their dreams.
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person only knows only their pain and renunciation. It’s one to feel you’re in the right path, but it’s another to that yours is the only path.