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“« Nous ne sommes pas ce que nous désirons être. Nous sommes ce que la société exige. Nous sommes ce que nos parents ont choisi. Nous ne voulons décevoir personne, nous avons un immense besoin d'être aimés. Alors nous étouffons le meilleur de nous-mêmes. Bientôt, ce qui était la lumière de nos rêves devient le monstre de nos cauchemars. Ce sont les choses non réalisées, les possibles non vécus. »”

Quote by Paulo Coelho

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Adultery

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Paulo Coelho
Paulo Coelho

Paulo Coelho, born on August 24, 1947, is a renowned Brazilian author and lyricist. His works are characterized by profound philosophical thoughts and rich imagination, with his most famous novel being 'The Alchemist'. more

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“For we may remark generally of our mathematical researches, that these auxiliary quantities, these long and difficult calculations into which we are often drawn, are almost always proofs that we have not in the beginning considered the objects themselves so thoroughly and directly as their nature requires, since all is abridged and simplified, as soon as we place ourselves in a right point of view.”