I have heard a lot said about famous people of all categories and walks of life: beauty models to athletes, politicians, writers, actors and humanists. Such are the kinds of people anyone would like to sit at table with, at least out of sheer curiosity - and who wouldn't want to know the real person after the impressive figure of a Barrack Obama or the French footballer, Zinedine Zidane or the famous actor whose film leaves a spell-binding effect on people? I would like to have Paolo Coelho for dinner. He is a small man in his fame. That may sound strange. But I bet he is so self-effaced and simple that you'd feel like drinking the honeycomb of wisdom if you'd sit at table with him. Such is the beauty of greatness.
The Brazilian writer has stirred a lot of interest in his writings and has left a particular impression on me. His themes are enlivening and daring; his style so simple and so close to humanity. I'd definitely like to know the humanity that lies beneath the inspiring writings. If I'd love to have Paulo Coelho for dinner. It isn't for something other than the fact that he appears to be so simple in his writings, so realistic and positive about life you'd think he lives in its very essence. I'd love to have a simple conversation with him and have the refreshing feel of words flowing like a river. I remember him saying in one of his interviews that speaking may not be as easy as writing is for an author.
Paulo Coelho is one of the famous authors who stands out in his sense of realism. He talks about things that are intricately related to our being human, to our sense of inner freedom, to our deep-most yearnings and to our endless pursuits of dreams dreams. I often ask myself sometimes while reading Paulo Coelho what his secret is. That would be a great question to ask a famous writer at dinner. But I think he'd give an answer that few would expect to hear, the answer I have heard echoing through the inspiring words of Henri Nouwen, the thundering eloquence of James Baldwin, the enlivening poetry of Kahlil Gibran and the overflowing beauty of great works of time: it is the beauty of just being a frail human. The secret of such greatness is the descent into human misery which does not only open the eyes to reality but help it see its transcendent beauty. You love this great author or actor because he or she reflects something of your brokenness ors echoes sounds of your despair.
The Brazilian writer has stirred a lot of interest in his writings and has left a particular impression on me. His themes are enlivening and daring; his style so simple and so close to humanity. I'd definitely like to know the humanity that lies beneath the inspiring writings. If I'd love to have Paulo Coelho for dinner. It isn't for something other than the fact that he appears to be so simple in his writings, so realistic and positive about life you'd think he lives in its very essence. I'd love to have a simple conversation with him and have the refreshing feel of words flowing like a river. I remember him saying in one of his interviews that speaking may not be as easy as writing is for an author.
Paulo Coelho is one of the famous authors who stands out in his sense of realism. He talks about things that are intricately related to our being human, to our sense of inner freedom, to our deep-most yearnings and to our endless pursuits of dreams dreams. I often ask myself sometimes while reading Paulo Coelho what his secret is. That would be a great question to ask a famous writer at dinner. But I think he'd give an answer that few would expect to hear, the answer I have heard echoing through the inspiring words of Henri Nouwen, the thundering eloquence of James Baldwin, the enlivening poetry of Kahlil Gibran and the overflowing beauty of great works of time: it is the beauty of just being a frail human. The secret of such greatness is the descent into human misery which does not only open the eyes to reality but help it see its transcendent beauty. You love this great author or actor because he or she reflects something of your brokenness ors echoes sounds of your despair.
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