If we are not reborn, if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and enthusiasm of childhood, it makes no sense to go on living.
We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We shouldn’t be embarrassed by this child, we mustn’t allow this child to be scared because the child is alone and is almost never heard.
We have to allow it to feel loved again, we must please this child, even if this means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.
There’re many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill the body violate God’s law, those who try to kill the soul also violates God’s law, even though their crime is less visible to others.
No one can lie, no one can hide anything when he looks directly into someone’s eyes. And any woman with the least bit of sensitivity can read the eyes of a man in love.
There’s a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river is transformed into the rocks that made the riverbed.
If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current then my pain and longing would be over and I could finally forget.
By the River Piedra I sat down and wept, and my tears fall into the cod waters that course past me. Somewhere this river joins another then another, until – far from my heart and sight – all of them.
May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists and the paths we walked together.
To love is to be in communion with the other and to discover in that other the spark of God.
We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognised. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.
But ultimately there’s no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth. The more we love the closer we come to spiritual experience.
Rarely do we realise we are amidst of the extraordinary.
Miracles occur all around us, signs from God show us the way, but we pay little attention to them because we have been taught that we must follow certain formulas and rules if we want to find God. We don’t recognise that God is wherever we allow Him to enter.
Currently reading this gem of Paulo Coelho.By The River Piedra I sat down and wept.
Some people don’t need to have any special skills or individual level of any sort of any thing, because their existence in our lives is enough.