Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist
Brazilian Lyricist and Novelist
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?
What's so special about me? There isn't anything special about you, at least, nothing I can put my finger on. And yet and here's the mystery of life ? I can't think of anything else.
When he looked into her eyes, 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. 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. Because when you know the 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, 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 makes a decision, he is really diving into a story current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.
When we engage in the way we always have an idea more or less defined by what we find. Women generally seek the Other Party, men Power. Neither the one nor the other wants to learn: they want to reach the goal they are fixed.
When we venture in that unfamiliar sea, we trust blindly in those who guide us, believing that they know more than we do.
When you have things like the meaning of the largest.
When, seeking something already, the whole universe will work collaboratively to allow you to achieve your dream.
Where your treasure is, there also will be your heart, the alchemist had told him.
Whoever is given the feeling without looking back, the one who feels free, and he loves all the strength of the soul. And he who loves all the strength of the soul feels free.
What do you mean God? - Anyone who knows God is unable to describe. Anyone who is able to describe God do not know
What is the Other? they ask. The Other is the one who taught me what I should be like, but not what I am. The Other believes that it is our obligation to spend our entire life thinking about how to get our hands on as much money a possible so that we will not die of hunger when we are old. So we think so much about money and our plans for acquiring it that we discover we are alive only when our days on earth are practically done. And then it's too late. And you? Who are you? I am just like everyone else who listens to their heart: a person who is enchanted by the mystery of life. Who is open to miracles, who experiences joy and enthusiasm for what they do. It's just that the Other, afraid of disappointment, kept me from taking action. But there is suffering in life, one of the listeners said. 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. That's it? another listener asked. Yes, that's it. When I learned this, I resolved to become the person I had always wanted to be. The Other stood there in the corner of my room, watching me, but I will never let the Other into myself again----even though it has already tried to frighten me, warning me that it's risky not to think about the future. From the moment that I ousted the Other from my life, the Divine Energy began to perform its miracles.