Book: Zaire. Page 2

We are engaged in a constant struggle with death, though, and know that in the end the victory will be for her.

True friends are those who is there when something good happens. They rejoice in our victories. False friends appear in difficult moments and with sadness on her face show that they are "with us", although in fact, our suffering serves them in their miserable lives of great comfort.

Love said to me: "I am everything and nothing. I like the wind can not penetrate there, where tightly closed Windows and doors".
I answered, "But I'm open to you!"
She said: "Wind is the movement of air. In your house there is air, but it is real. The furniture was covered with dust, dampness will spoil the pattern, spot the wall. You continue to breathe, you will know a part of me, but I'm not part of I - Everything, and that you will not suffer never."

Some of the stories are cut off in the middle. They're not going anywhere, not completing the previous Chapter, we can proceed to the next.

It is important that something went on as usual. We need to let go. Free. People need to understand - no one is playing marked cards; sometimes we win, sometimes lose. We should not expect that you return it to that will appreciate your efforts, recognize your talents, understand your love. Complete the cycle. Not out of pride, not for inability, but simply because it no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, knock the dust. Stop being like you were, become what you are now.

When I had nothing to lose, I gained everything. When I stopped being who he was, I found myself. When I experienced humiliation and yet kept on the path, I realized that the freedom to choose their destiny.

There is no absolute freedom: there is only freedom of choice, and choosing, you become a hostage of his decisions.

I want to believe that it's beautiful to be free. To be free again. Prepare for meeting with true love, with the love of your life, the one who waits for me and never forced to relive the humiliation of the present.

Suffering begins at the moment when we expect that others will love us as we imagine and not as he wants to Express herself love freely, without coercion, leads us with his power and does not stop.

Worse than the wretched alone to wander through Geneva to be near the person and deal with him yourself so that he feels like he's not playing the slightest role in your life.

... there is nothing worse than feeling that no one cares - you are there in the world or not, nobody cares about your view of life, that foremost of the world can do without your troublesome presence.
I began to imagine how many millions of people at this moment aware of his own futility and misery just because I was alone tonight, and yesterday, and maybe tomorrow will be too lonely.

Yes, it is undoubtedly that each of us is the temple. But what lies in the empty space of my temple?
Esther. Zaire.
She fills it. She is the only reason I'm still alive. I look around and understand why I stand now in the Central aisle, why was speeding on the icy highway and languished in traffic - in order to remember that we need every day to rebuild itself; to ensure that, for the first time in my life - to admit that I love another man more than himself.

It is necessary to study the subjects that you will never need, just because someone felt that algebra, trigonometry, the code of Hammurabi is an important.

The energy of forgiveness, expressed through love, can transform your life.