I'm not doing anything, and yet I'm also doing the most important thing a man can do: I'm listening to what I needed to hear from myself.
Paulo CoelhoRead
Love, too, was just a question of time
Interpretation
Love develops and matures over time, requiring patience and understanding.
Paulo Coelho's quote suggests that love is not an instant phenomenon, but rather something that evolves and deepens gradually. It emphasizes the importance of time in nurturing relationships, indicating that the true essence of love unfolds as individuals share experiences and grow together.
In practice
In a wedding speech, highlighting how the couple's love has grown over time.
I'm not doing anything, and yet I'm also doing the most important thing a man can do: I'm listening to what I needed to hear from myself.
Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own soul in the plants and the animals and the birds of the field.
We need to clear our minds of bad thoughts.
Having the courage to take the steps we always wanted to take is the only way of showing that we trust in God.
The fool who loves giving advice on our garden never tends his own plants
Sometimes the Warrior feels as if he were living two lives at once.
I want it to be less about sexuality and more about being comfortable in who you fall in love with. If I meet someone and I like them, I donβt care if theyβre a boy or a girl. You should never, ever apologize for anything that makes you happy.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
It's still two human beings trying to get along, so it's going to be complicated. And love is always complicated. But humans must try to love each other, darling. We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
The first problem, of course, is that we haven't learned to love ourselves. That's the first problem. We can only give to another what we have to give. And if we have no love over here, we can't give it over there.
What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.
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