Rich And Rejuvenating

Something to make my morning all the more lovely along with the rich aroma of a good coffee, alhamdolillah. Thanks to Paulo Coelho's blog.


A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.

A chief is a man who assumes responsibility. He says “I was beaten,” he does not say “My men were beaten”.
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

A civilization is built on what is required of men, not on that which is provided for them.

Loving is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.

‘Men have forgotten this truth,’ said the fox. ‘But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.’

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry(29 June 1900 – 31 July 1944) was a French writer and aviator. He is best remembered for his novella The Little Prince (Le Petit Prince) and for his books about aviation adventures, including Night Flight and Wind, Sand and Stars.