Paulo Coelho Quotes

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

One evening, when we were already resting on the floor of our hut, dead tired, soup bowls in hand, a fellow prisoner rushed in and asked us to run out to the assembly grounds and see the wonderful sunset. Standing outside we saw sinister clouds glowing in the west and the whole sky alive with clouds of ever-changing shapes and colors, from steel blue to blood red. The desolate grey mud huts provided a sharp contrast, while the puddles on the muddy ground reflected the glowing sky. Then, after minutes of moving silence, one prisoner said to another, "How beautiful the world could be.

Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.

It is perhaps when our lives are at their most problematic that we are likely to be most receptive to beautiful things.

Life is beautiful in all it's colors, even the darker ones, they're here for a reason.

Think of your pain like a bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one.

The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.

Life is hard. Life is beautiful. Life is difficult. Life is wonderful.

A lot of what is most beautiful about the world arises from struggle.

I lived through the garbage. I might as well dine on the caviar.

There's no night without stars.

If there were no night, we would not appreciate the day, nor could we see the stars and the vastness of the heavens. We must partake of the bitter with the sweet. There is a divine purpose in the adversities we encounter every day. They prepare, they purge, they purify, and thus they bless.

Life is a beautiful struggle.

We should not feel embarrassed by our difficulties, only by our failure to grow anything beautiful from them.

Storms probably exist only because after them we can have a sunrise.

You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.

Even in reaching for the beautiful there is beauty, and also in suffering whatever it is that one suffers en route.

In a city [world] as dirty as this, You gather up, save, and show me Purely beautiful things.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

If it weren't for the dark days, we wouldn't know what it is to walk in the light.

It's a hard life, but it's the only life we have. And sometimes-' he pointed to a bright flash of lightening, its jagged light stretching from the sky to the ground, '-it's still beautiful. Sometimes you find something that makes this all worth it. And when you do, you hang onto it for as long as you can.' He turned to me, shrugging one shoulder. 'That's the best you can do.

Every day is a masterpiece, even if it crushes you.

Because the road is rough and long, Should we despise the skylark's song?

Life's hard. It's supposed to be. If we didn't suffer, we'd never learn anything.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.