Paulo Coelho

It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.

Then you’ll die in the midst of trying to realize your Personal Legend. That’s a lot better than dying like millions of other people, who never even knew what their Personal Legends were.

Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity.

We are told from childhood onward that everything we want to do is impossible. We grow up with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invisible. But it’s still there.

The sheep had taught him something even more important: that there was a language in the world that everyone understood, a language the boy had used throughout the time he was trying to improve things at the shop. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired”

When you possess great treasures within you, and try to tell others of them, seldom are you believed.

There is only one way to learn,” the alchemist answered. “It’s through action. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey.

The boy noted that there was a sense of fear in the air, even though no one said anything. Once again he was experiencing the language without words…the universal language. The Englishman asked if they were in danger. Once you get into the desert, there’s no going back,said the camel driver. and, when you can’t go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward. The rest is up to Allah, including the danger.

No matter what he does, every person on earth plays a central role in the history of the world. And normally he doesn't know it.

The old man continued, “You have been a real blessing to me. Today, I understand something I didn’t see before: every blessing ignored becomes a curse

It was my fear of failure that first kept me from attempting the Master Work. Now, I’m beginning what I could have started ten years ago. But I’m happy at least that I didn’t wait twenty years

to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day. Every day was there to be lived or to mark one’s departure from this world. Everything depended on one word: Maktub.