When the commonplace "We must all die" transforms itself suddenly into the acute consciousness "I must die-- and soon," then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold us in his arms as our mother did, and our last moment of dim earthly discerning may be like the first.

I&#39;m not comfortable being preachy, but more people need to start spending as much time in the library as they do on the basketball court.

Smile, even if you are hurt because it's the best way to fool that fool who thinks he can fool you and break your heart.

It was then as he discovered that death could elude him that the fear of death returned.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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