Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.

Past is past... no it's not! People are always fond of saying that, but what's past is never past; not entirely.

We are our own dragons as well as our own heroes, and we have to rescue ourselves from ourselves.

Sometimes love carries us into the abyss, taking with us -- to make matters worse -- the people we love.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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