Why are we smiling when we loathe each other?โ โWhy do we sell happiness to the readers of this magazine when we are profoundly unhappy ourselves, the slaves of fame?
Paulo CoelhoAs he looked up at the clouds or down at the precipice, he realized that this woman was the most important thing in his life; that she was the explanation, the sole reason for the existence of those rocks, that sky, that winter. If she were not there with him, it wouldn't matter if all the angels of heaven came flying down to comfort him--Paradise would make no sense.
Paulo Coelho