Paulo Coelho Quotes

As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.

Many of us, utterly overcome by Tamas, the dark and heavy demon of inertia, are saying nowadays that it is impossible, that India is decayed, bloodless and lifeless, too weak ever to recover; that our race is doomed to extinction. It is a foolish and idle saying. No man or nation need be weak unless he chooses, no man or nation need perish unless he deliberately chooses extinction.

Are you weary? Catch your breath. Are you strong? Reserve passing judgment on the tired.

The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.

Ideally, I'm also sending a message that everything passes, even hope, and sometimes you have to be patient while you wait for it to come back around again.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

America always recovers.

These past years, as we have been recovering and given our city a rebirth, we have been encouraged by our faith, knowledge, and steadfast belief that we will pull through. There will be challenges and setbacks, as there have already been, but we will continue, and we the citizens of New Orleans will prevail in bringing our city back.

There have been many times in my life when I felt like I'd never pick up the pieces, but God has always given me the power to do it.

Gird your hearts with silent fortitude, suffering yet hoping all things.

If you have to, take a break, go to your corner, get some sleep, but don't ever give up. You will get there.

I learned that when life pulls you under, you can kick against the bottom, break the surface, and breathe again.

I just want people to know that they can make it through hard times like I did.

I really wanted to give people that tool, that thing, that answer, 'Well, what are you going to do after Katrina? How does New Orleans come back?' And I'm thinking to myself, New Orleans is back. We're the definition of 'back.' We're the definition of 'rebirth,' of 'renaissance.'

Patience is the strongest of strong drinks; for it kills the giant despair.

Hard times may have held you down, but they will not last forever. When all is said and done, you will be increased.

Think of a lifeless forest in which a small plant pushes its head upward, out of the ruin. In our grief process, we are moving into life from death, without denying the devastation that came before.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.

People say, That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger. But they are wrong. What doesn't kill you doesn't kill you. That's all you get. Sometimes, you just have to hope that's enough.

The storm will pass and the sun will rise again.