Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist
Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist
Who understands us can transform.
What benefit money if we were going to die? It is very rare to be able to save money from one of death.
What is outside is harder to change than what is inside.
What?s the world?s greatest lie?' The boy asked, completely surprised. ?It?s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what?s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That is the world?s greatest lie.
When he had gone only a short distance, he realized that, while they were erecting the stall, one of them had spoken Arabic and the other Spanish. And they had understood each other perfectly well. There must be a language that doesn?t depend on words, the boy thought. I?ve already had that experience with my sheep, and now it?s happening with people. He was learning a lot of new things. Some of them were things that he had already experienced, and weren?t really new, but that he had never perceived before. And he hadn?t perceived them because he had become accustomed to them. He realized: If I can learn to understand this language without words, I can learn to understand the world.
When she decided to get a job, she rejected a tempting offer from a company that had just been set up in her recently created country in favor of a job at the public library, where you didn?t earn much money but where you were secure. She went to work every day, always keeping to the same timetable, always making sure she wasn?t perceived as a threat by her superiors; she was content; she didn?t struggle, and so she didn?t grow: All she wanted was her salary at the end of the month. She rented the room in the convent because the nuns required all tenants to be back at a certain hour, and then they locked the door: Anyone still outside after that had to sleep on the street. She always had a genuine excuse to give boyfriends, so as not to have to spend the night in hotel rooms or strange beds. When she used to dream of getting married, she imagined herself in a little house outside Ljubljana, with a man quite different from her father?a man who earned enough to support his family, one who would be content just to be with her in a house with an open fire and to look out at the snow-covered mountains. She had taught herself to give men a precise amount of pleasure; never more, never less, only what was necessary. She didn?t get angry with anyone, because that would mean having to react, having to do battle with the enemy and then having to face unforeseen consequences, such as vengeance. When she had achieved almost everything she wanted in life, she had reached the conclusion that her existence had no meaning, because every day was the same. And she had decided to die.
When we both experienced the love that consumes, we shared in the Absolute. The Absolute shows each of us who we really are; it is an enormous web of cause and effect, where every small gesture made by one person affects the life of someone else. This morning, that slice of the Absolute was still very much alive in my soul. I was seeing not only you but everything there is in the world, unlimited by space or time.
When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better, too.
When you forgive, the person who insulted you feels humbled in his error and becomes loyal.
When you're in love, things make even more sense.
Where there is loyalty, weapons are of no use.
Whoever is able to rein in his heart, he can conquer the world.
What bitter back to life, destroy communities, to end many relationships, for devastating homes, by tossing men and women of their bases, take away all the exuberance of youth for your free power to produce misery , intolerance has no competition.
What is success? It is being able to go to bed each night with your soul at peace.
Whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy!
When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke -- the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen -- the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert. It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it?s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it?s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one?s dreams would have no meaning.
When someone leaves, it's because someone else is about to arrive.
When we can do nothing else, we can still love, without expecting any reward or change or gratitude.
When we turn around and come face to face with our destiny, we discover that words (spoken) are not enough. I know so many people who are brilliant speakers but are quite incapable of practicing what they preach. It?s one thing to describe a situation and quite another to experience it. I realized a long time ago that a warrior in search of his dream must take his inspiration from what he actually does and not from what he imagines himself doing.
When you go around one of them, it is because someone else is about to arrive.
When you're washing up, pray. Be thankful that there are plates to be washed; that means there was food, that you fed someone, that you're lavished care on one or more people, that you cooked and laid the table... There are women who say: I'm not going to do the washing up let the men do it. Fine, let the men do it if they want to, but that has nothing to do with equality... I'd be accused of working against the feminist cause. Nonsense! As if washing up or wearing a bra or having someone open or close a door could be humiliating to me as a woman. The fact is, I love it when a man opens the door for me... in my soul is written: I'm being treated like a goddess. I'm a queen.
Where there's life, there's hope .
Whoever is capable of not minding what others say, is a man on the path to wisdom.
What cannot be cured, must be endured.
What is the benefit of money if one has to die?