Time of meeting, time of parting, winds fade and flowers wait.   Time drug until we met, even more in parting, Spring winds fade, but the flowers are waiting.

The sound of &#39;gentle stillness&#39; after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

This here ol' man jus' lived a life an' just died out of it. I don' know whether he was good or bad, but that don't matter much. He was alive, an' that's what matters.

Fate is never unfair to anyone. We are all free to love or hate what we do.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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