Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist
Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist
Writing is easy: just stare at the screen of your computer until a tear drops on your keyboard.
You are your own best friend. Never ever, put yourself down.
You don't need to justify or explain your dreams. They belong to you.
You know that there is a city on the far side of the ocean. But you haven't yet found the ship, nor have you loaded your bags, nor crossed the sea. Why Spend time commenting on what it is like, or how should one walk thru its streets?
You shouldn't have asked, I said. Love doesn't ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It's an inexplicable fear; it's difficult even to describe it. Maybe it's the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It's ridiculous, but that's the way it is. That's why you don't ask-you act. As you've said many times, you have to take risks.
You're a man who has suffered and wants revenge,' she said. 'Your heart is dead, your soul is in darkness. The devil by your side is smiling because you are playing the game he invented.
With love, there are no rules. Some may try to control their emotions and develop strategies for their behavior; others may turn to reading books of advice from experts on relationships - but this is all folly. The heart decides, and what it decides is all that really matters.
Writing is one of the most solitary activities in the world.
You came so that you could learn about your dreams, said the old woman. And dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language, I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand.
You don't seem mad at all,' she said. But I am, although I'm undergoing a cure, because my problem is that I lack a particular chemical. However, while I hope that the chemical gets rid of my chronic depression, I want to continue being mad, living life the way I dream it, and not the way other people want it to be. Do you know what exists out there, beyond the walls of Villete?
You may know the value of turbans, but I know how far vanity can lead a man.
You still haven't managed to heal the scars left by some of the injustices committed against you in your life and it doesn't do you any good. All it does is feed a constant desire to feel sorry for yourself, because you were the victim of people stronger than you. Or else it makes you go to the other extreme and disguise yourself as an avenger ready to strike out at the people who hurt you. Isn't that a waste of time?... It is human, but it's not intelligent or reasonable.
You're crying? I'm a woman of the desert, she said, averting her face. But above all, I'm a woman.
With love, there are no rules. The heart decides and what it decides is all that really matters.
Yes my mind was flying. I would be there with someone leave my heart alone, someone could live that moment without fear of losing the next day. So the time would pass more slowly; we could also be silent, as would the rest of life for a conversation. I should not be worrying about serious issues, hard choices, hard words.
You can do you recognize your soul companion to take the risk, and the risk of falling into error, and disappointment, hope and disillusionment, however, does not stop search for love, the more continued to search the victory comes at the end of the day
You drown not by falling in the river but by staying submerged in it.
You might have lost some major battles, but you survived and you're still here.
You told me that all life's battles teach us something, even those we lose.
You're mistaken, Father. You were in paradise, but you didn't recognize it. It's the same with most people in this world; they seek suffering in the most joyous of places because they think they are unworthy of happiness.
With the rain, falls the wisdom of heaven.
Yes, I'm satisfied, but the problem is you're not, and never will be. You're insecure, afraid of losing everything you've achieved; you don't know how to quit once you're ahead. You'll end up destroying yourself. You're killing our marriage and my love.
You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It all depends on how you view your life.
You experienced pain yesterday and you discovered that it led to pleasure. You experienced it today and found peace. That's why I'm telling you: don't get used to it, because it's very easy to become habituated: it's a very powerful drug. It's in our daily lives, in our hidden sufferings, in the sacrifices we make, blaming love for the destruction of our dreams. Pain is frightening when it shows its real face, but it's seductive when it comes disguised as sacrifice or se-denial. Or cowardice. However much we may reject it, we human beings always find a way of being with pain, of flirting with it and making it part of our lives.
You must always know what it is that you want.