Paulo Coelho Quotes

This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

A committee is organic rather than mechanical in its nature: it is not a structure but a plant. It takes root and grows, it flowers, wilts, and dies, scattering the seed from which other committees will bloom in their turn.

The older I get the more I trust in the law according to which the rose and the lily bloom.

Embryos turn into babies; buds turn into blossoms; acorns turn into oak trees. The same programming that exists in them exists in each of us - to manifest our highest potential. What is the difference between those things and us? That we can say no...So today, say yes.

The rose has no 'Why?' It flowers because it flowers.

The Rose does not preen herself to catch my eye. She blooms because she blooms. A saint is a saint until he knows he is one.

Man is born as a seed; he can become a flower, he may not. It all depends on you, what you do with yourself; it all depends on you whether you grow or you don´t. It is your choice- and each moment the choice has to be faced; each moment you are on the crossroads.

Peace is our natural state of being.

God brings millions of flowers to bloom without force.

See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new; For the clear region where 'twas born Round in its self encloses: And in its little globes extent, Frames as it can its native element.

I thought that we were all like trees, flexible youths, saplings, who grow up heavy and stiff, spread seeds and get chopped down and turned into notebook paper.

But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.

Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup. The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.

And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.

Language is a living thing

The spectacle of Nature is always new, for she is always renewing the spectators. Life is her most exquisite invention; and death is her expert contrivance to get plenty of life.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

A lily or a rose never pretends, and its beauty is that it is what it is.

Don't try so much to form your character - it's like trying to pull open a tight, tender young rose. Live as you like best and your character will take care of itself.

All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.

Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music

Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.