Author of quotes: Paulo Coelho. Page 68
The roles are reversed. One does not exist without the other. No one can humiliate until humbled himself.
Loving never hurt their partner; each of us is responsible for the feelings, and blame another, we have no right.
The loss of those in whom I fell in love, first hurt my soul. Now I'm convinced that nobody can lose, because nobody nobody owns.
Here it is, true freedom is to possess what you most expensive, but not to own it.
And although my goal is to understand what love is, and although I suffer for those who gave your heart can see clearly: those who touch my soul, I can't ignite my flesh, and those who touches my flesh, powerless to grasp my soul.
Don't get used [to the pain], it is too easy to get along, and that's a dangerous potion. It lurks in our povsednevnye, hidden suffering, in our denials, after which we blame the love that our dreams have not come true. The pain, showing your true face, frightening and alluring, as under the guise of sacrifice and self-denial. Of self-denial or cowardice. Whatever repeated the man, as if in words nor rejected the pain, he will always find a means and way to find her, to love her, to make her become part of his life.
Among all peoples there is a saying: "out of sight, out of mind". I would argue that there is nothing more false in the world. The farther from the eye, the closer to the heart. Being in exile in a foreign land, we lovingly cherished in the memory of any little reminiscent of the Motherland. Yearning due to separation from those we love in every passer-by on the street we see the dear features.
People follow mode, wear wigs, spend hours in beauty salons or gymnasiums, wear what is flattering and hides figure flaws, endeavoring a spark - so what? Finally go to bed, and it goes on for eleven minutes. Eleven minutes - that's all. And nothing that would raise to heaven and then it will take some time - and there is no spark to ignite the extinguished flame.
Remember, Mary, that looks like our world, and you'll see one happy day is almost a miracle.
Maybe this is just a story you want to believe that in human life there was at least some sense.
The great aim of every human being is to realize love. Love is not in another, and in ourselves, and we do it in himself awaken. But in order for her to awaken and need this other. The universe finds sense only in that case if we have someone to share our feelings.
Love really is like nothing else, able from time to time to turn a person's entire life. But the pursuit of love is something else, too, causes a person to enter into the sphere, which never before had not thought. It's something called "despair". And if love can change a person quickly, the despair - even faster.
About love especially do not worry - at first I did not love your father, but for the money everything you buy - including true love.
