Anything that makes us forget who we are and what we want; that way we can work in order to produce, reproduce, and earn money.
Paulo CoelhoEveryone contributes a word, a sentence, an image, but in the end it all makes sense: the happiness of one becomes the joy of all.
Paulo CoelhoI receive your love and I give you mine. Not the love of a man for a woman, not the love of a father for a child, not the love of God for his creatures, but a love with no name and no explanation, like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course, but simply flows onwards. A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return; it is simply there. I will never be yours and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you
Paulo Coelho