Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.
Paulo CoelhoNever hate jealous people. They are jealous because they think you are better than them.
Paulo CoelhoThe desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return. We know that, and we are used to it. Those who don't return become a part of the clouds, a part of the animals that hide in the ravines and of the water that comes from the earth. They become part of everything. They become the Soul of the World.
Paulo Coelho