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
I am going to sit here in the river. If you go home to sleep, I will sleep in front of your house. And if you go away, I will follow you - until you tell me to go away. Then I'll leave. But I have to love you for the rest of my life.
Interpretation
The quote expresses unwavering love and commitment, no matter the circumstances.
In this quote, Paulo Coelho conveys the depth of unconditional love, illustrating how true affection compels one to remain present and supportive regardless of challenges. The speaker's insistence on 'following' their beloved signifying a devotion that transcends distance and adversity, highlighting that love persists even in separation.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony, one might quote this to emphasize lifelong love.
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.
It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.
Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star. I wish upon tonight to see you smile, if only for a while to know you're there. A breath away's not far to where you are.
Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.
Half the sum of attraction, on either side, might have been enough, for he had nothing to do, and she had hardly any body to love." (of Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth, Persuasion)
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.
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