Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Zahir- Paulo Coelho

Salam
Novel ni dah lama dah aku baca dalam tahun 2008 lagi and aku tulis kat sini sebab nak share quotes yang aku suka daripada novel ni tentang cinta dan kehidupan..

We humans have two great problems : The first is knowing when to begin, the second is knowing when to stop.

Writing is one of the most solitary activities in the world. It is like a boat called the word and set out for the nearest island. On the way, the writer will meet strong currents, winds and storms, but it keep rowing, exhausted knowing that he have drifted away from the chosen course. The island he was trying to reach is no longer in the horizon.

Love was something that grew until it reached a certain size and from there on, it was just a matter of keeping it alive, like a plant, watering it now and again and removing any dead leaves.

Love was also a synonym for tenderness, security, prestige, comfort, success.

Love could be translated into smiles, into words like "I Love You" or "I feel so happy when you come home".

The taste of things recovered is the sweetest honey we will ever know.

Love has spoken to me "I am everything and I am nothing. I am the wind and cannot enter windows and doors that are shut. You will continue to breathe, you will know a small part of me, but I am not a part, I am everything, and you will never know that".

Age only slow down those who never had the courage to walk at their on pace.

We are an artist of life. We cannot painting with hammer or a sculpture with a paintbrush.

Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.

Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way that love should manifest itself, free and untrammeled, guiding us with its force and driving us on.
 
Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen. They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs. False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.

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