We Have To Listen To The Child We Once Were, The Child Who Still Exists Inside Us. That Child Understands Magic Moments. We Can Stifle Its Cries, But We Cannot Silence Its Voice.the Child We Once Were Is Still There. Blessed Are The Children, For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of Heaven.if We Are Not Reborn If We Cannot Learn To Look At Life With The Innocence And The Enthusiasm O Childhood It Makes No Sense To Go On Living.

-Paulo Coelho

Please Wait....
Translating....

We Have To Listen To The Child

Paulo Coelho

We Have To Listen To The Child We Once Were, The Child Who Still Exists Inside Us. That Child Understands Magic Moments. We Can Stifle Its Cries, But We Cannot Silence Its Voice.the Child We Once Were Is Still There. Blessed Are The Children, For Theirs Is The Kingdom Of Heaven.if We Are Not Reborn If We Cannot Learn To Look At Life With The Innocence And The Enthusiasm O Childhood It Makes No Sense To Go On Living.

Topic

Children

Blessed

Magic Moments

A Rose Dreams Of Enjoying The Company Of Bees, But None Appears. The Sun Asks: “aren’t You Tired Of Waiting?” “yes,” Answers The Rose, “but If I Close My Petals, I Will Wither And Die.

Dream

Tired

Rose