You sit around feelin' sorry for yourself and you're dead. Sittin' on your ass can get to be a disease worse than what you got.

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.

First you get the feeling, then you figure out why.

أحيانا نكون عرضة لشعور بالحزن لا نملك أن نتغلب عليه . ندرك أن اللحظة السحرية لذاك النهار قد ولت ، ولم نفعل شيئا . عندئذ تخبيء الحياة سحرها وفنها

Written By Paulo Coelho

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