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 is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this is considered perverse.
Interpretation
Love is a precious yet limited experience that is often misconceived as something that can encompass more than one person's heart.
In this quote, Paulo Coelho reflects on the nature of love, suggesting that true love is a confined feeling that can only genuinely belong to one person at a time. The idea that the heart could love broadly or deeply for multiple people simultaneously is criticized as a misunderstanding of the true essence of love, which is intimate and individual.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a relationship workshop.
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.
Men often pass from love to ambition, but they seldom come back again from ambition to love.
May we ever watch over one another, assisting in times of need. Let us not be critical and judgmental, but let us be tolerant, ever emulating the Savior's example of loving-kindness. In that vein, may we willingly serve one another. May we pray for the inspiration to know of the needs of those around us, and then may we go forward and provide assistance.
When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you...
And for just a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.
I will not play tug o' war. I'd rather play hug o' war. Where everyone hugs instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins, and everyone cuddles, and everyone wins.
A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.
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