When We Renounce Our Dreams,

Pain Was No Longer A Cause Of Suffering, But A Source Of Pleasure, Because They Were Redeeming Humanity From Its Sins. Pain Becomes Joy, The Meaning Of Life, Pleasure.

Our True Friends Are Those Who Are With Us When The Good Things Happen. They Cheer Us On And Are Pleased By Our Triumphs. False Friends Only Appear At Difficult Times, With Their Sad, Supportive Faces, When, In Fact, Our Suffering Is Serving To Console Them For Their Miserable Lives.

When I Was 40, I Wrote My First Book, The Pilgrimage, And I Said To Myself, "why Did It Take So Long For Me To Write This Book?" Because My Dream, Since I Was 10 Years Old, Was To Be A Writer. I Said, I Have To Revisit My Life Using A Metaphor, And The Metaphor Was Basically This Boy That Has A Dream And Has To Go Far Away To Realize That His Dream Is Close To Him.

But If You Believe Yourself Worthy Of The Thing You Fought So Hard To Get, Then You Become An Instrument Of God, You Help The Soul Of The World, And You Understand Why You Are Here.

I Kissed Him Hard. The Few People In The Bar Must Have Been Thinking That All They Were Seeing Was Just A Kiss. They Didn't Know That This Kiss Stood For My Whole Life - And His Life, As Well. The Life Of Anyone Who Has Waited, Dreamed, And Searched For Their True Path. The Moment Of That Kiss Contained Every Happy Moment I Had Ever Lived.