Paulo Coelho Quotes

Time takes all and gives all.

You have to think there's a reason for everything. When a door closes another door opens.

Half the bloody world is going through a divorce; more than that are having children. All of us have parents who are dying or have died. It's just the life cycle.

The life of day before yesterday has departed today.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

Death is no more than passing from one room into another.

When she packed up to leave, she knew that she was saying goodbye to something important, which was not that bad, in a way, because it meant that at least you had said hello to it to begin with.

Change was as much about loss as gain, about giving something up even as you reached for something new or different. The world was opening up, not closing in.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

As my wise friend Didi has more than once observed about life's passages, every departure entails an arrival elsewhere, every arrival implies a departure from afar.

Just because she's leaving, don't start believing, that your rock and roll days are gone.

Meeting each other and leaving each other. Leaving and meeting. That's what life is!

When we are at the end of life, to die means to go away; when we are at the beginning, to go away means to die.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

If there are no endings, there are no beginnings and you see no new lands, so for everything that's lost, there is usually something gained.

O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!

So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

Goodbyes are on of the hardest things about life. One way or another people were always leaving... Always moving on.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

Death is the great transition.

Amidst the rush of worldly comings and goings, I observe how all endings become beginnings

Things couldn't stay the same forever.

All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.