No One Can Go Back, But Everyone

Try Doing Something Different Every Day-like Talking To The Person At The Next Table To You In A Restaurant, Visiting A Hospital, Putting Your Foot In A Puddle, Listening To What Another Person Has To Say, Allowing The Energy Of Love To Flow Freely, Instead Of Putting It In A Jug And Standing It In A Corner.

I Don't Make Plans. I Live My Life On A Daily Basis.

Every Day, We Try To Pretend That We Haven't Perceived That Moment, That It Doesn't Exist; That Today Is The Same As Yesterday And Will Be The Same As Tomorrow. But If People Really Pay Attention To Their Everyday Lives, They Will Discover That Magic Moment.

If I Had A Choice, If I Had Understood Earlier That The Reason My Days Were All The Same Was Because I Wanted Them Like That, Perhaps.

Once Someone Asked Me, "what Do You Want To Be Your Epitaph?" So I Said, "paulo Coelho Died When He Was Alive.