Once you're happy with yourself and what you do, it will be easy to know and understand whatever it is that you're doing.

She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences that welled up between their words, sometimes cold and hollow, sometimes pregnant with things that went unsaid, like a cloud filled with rain that never fell.

Who looks in the mirror, will see his worst enemy.

So you see, Good and Evil have the same face; it all depends on when they cross the path of each individual human being.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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