Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides To Die Quotes
The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.
If only everyone could know and live with their inner craziness. Would the world be a worse place for it? No, people would be fairer and happier.
She would consider each day a miracle - which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that could happen in each second of our fragile existences.
because it seemed too simple to accept that life was an act of faith.
People never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves.
She didn't quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.
A lot of people think something is right, and so that thing becomes right.
Because when everyone dreams, but only a few realize their dreams, that makes cowards of us all.
When I took the pills, I wanted to kill someone I hated. I didn't know that other Veronikas existed inside me, Veronikas that I could love.
it's best to accept life as it really is and not as I imagined it to be
Personal growth has its price, and she was paying it without complaint.
Hatred. Something almost as physical as walls, pianos, or nurses.
She was fighting for something, she feltalive and capable of responding to the challenges facing her.
Stay insane, but behave like normal people. Run the risk of being different, but learn to do so without attracting attention. Concentrate on this flower and allow the real "I" to reveal itself.
She hated the love she had been given, because it had asked for nothing in return, which was absurd, unreal, against the laws of nature
She was neither happy nor unhappy, and that was why she couldn't go on.
I had never heard her sound so calm, so resigned to her fate. She said she was neither happy nor unhappy, and that was why she couldn't go on.
Oddly enough I never used to suffer from depression on cold, gray, cloudy days like this. I felt as if nature was in harmony with me, that it reflected my soul.
It’s whatever the majority deems it to be. It’s not necessarily the best or the most logical, but it’s the one that has become adapted to the desires of society as a whole.
In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?