Quotes from Paulo Coelho

The Warrior listens to the words of certain thinkers.

He does not however postpone making decisions.

He is also a victim of some injustice; he usually tries to be alone, in order to show his pain to others.

When you must choose a new path, do not bring old experiences with you. Those who strike out afresh, but who attempt to retain a little of the old life, end up torn apart by their own memories.

Setting out rules for waging war (the Geneva Convention).

Working from nine till five every day at something that gives you no pleasure just so that, after thirty years, you can retire.

Making fun of anyone who seeks happiness rather than money and accusing them of "lacking ambition."

Comparing objects like cars, houses, clothes, and defining life according to those comparisons, instead of trying to discover the real reason for being alive.

Believing that your parents are always right.

Believing absolutely everything that appears in print.

Wearing a scrap of colored cloth around your neck, even though it serves no useful purpose, but which answers to the name of "tie."

Duty never stopped anyone from following their dreams.

It is not the life that matters, but the journey.

An enemy always represents a weakness. This might be fear of physical pain, but it could also be a premature sense of victory or the desire to abandon the fight because it is no longer worthwhile.

Tell your story: yes, tell your story! Give your example. Tell everyone that it's possible, and other people will then have the courage to face their own mountains.

Each human being has his own sexual profile, and should exercise it without guilt - provided he does not oblige others to exercise it with him.

Each human being has the right to seek out joy, joy being understood as something which makes one content - not necessarily that which makes others content.

If you go around promising what you do not yet have, you will lose the will to achieve it.

I made some mistakes, but I wasn't a coward. I lived my life and did what I had to do.

Terror, terror, terror. Life was a reign o terror in the shadow of the guillotine.

As so often in life, things are not always what it seems.

Life will undertake to separate us, and we must each set off in search of our own path, our own destiny or our own way of facing death.

You have two types of writers: one like Proust who was locked in his room and wrote the masterpiece. And the other type was Hemingway who celebrated life and also wrote a masterpiece.

I am going to die. But I am going to die in peace because I lived my life as intensely as I could.