He went straight to sleep, but i was awake for a long time, thinking about the fog, the wine, and our conversations. I read the manuscript he gave me, and what was in it thrilled me: God - if God really existed - was both father and mother.
Later, I turned out the light and lay there thinking, when we were quiet with each other, I was able to see how close I felt to him.
Neigther of us had said anything. Love doesn'tneed to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for it self. That night, by the well, the silence had allowed our hearts to approach each othr and get to know each other better. My heart had listened closely to what his had said, and now it was content.
Before I fell asleep, I decided I would do what he called the 'exercise of the Other'.
I am here in this room, I thought, far from everything familiar to me, talking about thingsthat have never interested me and sleeping in a city where i've never set foot before. I can pretend - atleast for a few minutes - that I am different.
I began to imagine how I would like to be living right at the moment. I wanted to be happy, curious, joyful - living every moment intensely, drinking the water of life thirstily. Belieiving again in my dreams. Able to fight for what I wanted.
Loving a man who loved me.
Yes, that was the woman I wanted to be - the woman who was suddenly presenting herself and becoming me.
I felt that my soul was bathed in the light of a god - or of a goddess - in whom i had lost faith, And I felt that at that moment, the Other left my body and was standing in the corner of that small room.
I observed the woman I had been up untill then: weak but trying to give impression of strength. Fearful of everything but telling herself it wasn't fear - it was the wisdom of someone who knew what reality was. Putting up shutters in front of windows to keep the joy of the sun from entering - just so the sun's rays wouldn't fade my old furniture.
I looked at Other, there in the corner of the room, fragile, exhausted, disillusioned. Controlling and enslaving what should really be free: her emotions. Trying to judge her future loves by the rules of her past suffering.
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
the moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And to save us!
When the Other Left me, my heart once again began to speak to me. it told me that the breach in the dike had allowed the waters to pur through, that the wind was blowing in all directions at once, and that it was happy because I was once again willing to listen what it had to say.
My heart told me that I was in love. And I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.
taken from "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept by Paulo Coelho"
Selected (and Typed) by Uncertainty !
Full Version: But The Love Is Always New ..
your thoughts are welcome!
Love doesnt changes its only personalities whose loves changes time to time.
Love has thousnads shapes and every shape has thousnads aspects.
Love is life and live for Love.
Love has thousnads shapes and every shape has thousnads aspects.
Love is life and live for Love.
QUOTE(~Saraj~ @ Dec 17 2007, 04:34 PM) [snapback]2630244[/snapback]
Love doesnt changes its only personalities whose loves changes time to time.
Love has thousnads shapes and every shape has thousnads aspects.
Love is life and live for Love.
Love has thousnads shapes and every shape has thousnads aspects.
Love is life and live for Love.
right .. but opinion is yet pending ..
do u believe in the lines in blue?
QUOTE
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.
i hate the word "Love" bcoz there is no Love in this world 
QUOTE(*Angel* @ Dec 17 2007, 05:04 PM) [snapback]2630308[/snapback]
i hate the word "Love" bcoz there is no Love in this world
dont ur parents love u or vice versa :P
QUOTE(*Angel* @ Dec 17 2007, 05:04 PM) [snapback]2630308[/snapback]
i hate the word "Love" bcoz there is no Love in this world
" To hate" is also a form of love.........might b due to rejection of love ?
By the way word LOVE is a very broad in a sense and here this word is use in global sense.
You love your parents,friends,nature,spouse,every thing which is created by Allah u may love them...
QUOTE(Uncertainty @ Dec 17 2007, 05:01 PM) [snapback]2630306[/snapback]
right .. but opinion is yet pending ..
do u believe in the lines in blue?
do u believe in the lines in blue?
Yes I do belive.
QUOTE(Uncertainty @ Dec 17 2007, 05:07 PM) [snapback]2630314[/snapback]
dont ur parents love u or vice versa :P
Yesh they love me but i don't know y i hate this word
QUOTE(~Saraj~ @ Dec 17 2007, 05:24 PM) [snapback]2630341[/snapback]
" To hate" is also a form of love.........might b due to rejection of love ?
By the way word LOVE is a very broad in a sense and here this word is use in global sense.
You love your parents,friends,nature,spouse,every thing which is created by Allah u may love them...
By the way word LOVE is a very broad in a sense and here this word is use in global sense.
You love your parents,friends,nature,spouse,every thing which is created by Allah u may love them...
u ppl are giving me lecture
on love but nothing will work on me
QUOTE(*Angel* @ Dec 17 2007, 05:28 PM) [snapback]2630356[/snapback]
u ppl are giving me lecture
on love but nothing will work on me
No u r wrong.We are just discussion and sharing our thoughts
By the way why don't u belive in LOVE ? if u dont mind pls share with us.
QUOTE(*Angel* @ Dec 17 2007, 05:26 PM) [snapback]2630350[/snapback]
Yesh they love me but i don't know y i hate this word
ok. No problem
"PAULO COELHO" One of my favorite author 
Will share his e-books soon...
@ TOPIC
“By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept” is an enjoyable love story that may also be seen as a metaphysical allegory...
Wisely written statement.Isn't it a mix of infatuation and a logical union?
We generally tend to ignore our heart's voice, but it never dies rather grows louder and louder. It continues to live, even though in the furthest corner of our soul...Whether it is first love,it's PURE,you'll find it everywhere...Allow it to envelope you, get out of the pre-conceived notions & prejudices.Even if loving means leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love is worth every penny of its price.
It is a characteristic sample of Coelho’s writing, and some questions are raised by the paradox of Coelho urging people not to use formula in their lives and yet he once again uses the formula that gave him his best-selling status.
Will share his e-books soon...
@ TOPIC
“By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept” is an enjoyable love story that may also be seen as a metaphysical allegory...
QUOTE
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.
Wisely written statement.Isn't it a mix of infatuation and a logical union?
We generally tend to ignore our heart's voice, but it never dies rather grows louder and louder. It continues to live, even though in the furthest corner of our soul...Whether it is first love,it's PURE,you'll find it everywhere...Allow it to envelope you, get out of the pre-conceived notions & prejudices.Even if loving means leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love is worth every penny of its price.
It is a characteristic sample of Coelho’s writing, and some questions are raised by the paradox of Coelho urging people not to use formula in their lives and yet he once again uses the formula that gave him his best-selling status.
QUOTE(Uncertainty @ Dec 17 2007, 03:46 PM) [snapback]2630142[/snapback]
He went straight to sleep, but i was awake for a long time, thinking about the fog, the wine, and our conversations. I read the manuscript he gave me, and what was in it thrilled me: God - if God really existed - was both father and mother.
Later, I turned out the light and lay there thinking, when we were quiet with each other, I was able to see how close I felt to him.
Neigther of us had said anything. Love doesn'tneed to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for it self. That night, by the well, the silence had allowed our hearts to approach each othr and get to know each other better. My heart had listened closely to what his had said, and now it was content.
Before I fell asleep, I decided I would do what he called the 'exercise of the Other'.
I am here in this room, I thought, far from everything familiar to me, talking about thingsthat have never interested me and sleeping in a city where i've never set foot before. I can pretend - atleast for a few minutes - that I am different.
I began to imagine how I would like to be living right at the moment. I wanted to be happy, curious, joyful - living every moment intensely, drinking the water of life thirstily. Belieiving again in my dreams. Able to fight for what I wanted.
Loving a man who loved me.
Yes, that was the woman I wanted to be - the woman who was suddenly presenting herself and becoming me.
I felt that my soul was bathed in the light of a god - or of a goddess - in whom i had lost faith, And I felt that at that moment, the Other left my body and was standing in the corner of that small room.
I observed the woman I had been up untill then: weak but trying to give impression of strength. Fearful of everything but telling herself it wasn't fear - it was the wisdom of someone who knew what reality was. Putting up shutters in front of windows to keep the joy of the sun from entering - just so the sun's rays wouldn't fade my old furniture.
I looked at Other, there in the corner of the room, fragile, exhausted, disillusioned. Controlling and enslaving what should really be free: her emotions. Trying to judge her future loves by the rules of her past suffering.
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
the moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And to save us!
When the Other Left me, my heart once again began to speak to me. it told me that the breach in the dike had allowed the waters to pur through, that the wind was blowing in all directions at once, and that it was happy because I was once again willing to listen what it had to say.
My heart told me that I was in love. And I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.
taken from "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept by Paulo Coelho"
Selected (and Typed) by Uncertainty !
Later, I turned out the light and lay there thinking, when we were quiet with each other, I was able to see how close I felt to him.
Neigther of us had said anything. Love doesn'tneed to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for it self. That night, by the well, the silence had allowed our hearts to approach each othr and get to know each other better. My heart had listened closely to what his had said, and now it was content.
Before I fell asleep, I decided I would do what he called the 'exercise of the Other'.
I am here in this room, I thought, far from everything familiar to me, talking about thingsthat have never interested me and sleeping in a city where i've never set foot before. I can pretend - atleast for a few minutes - that I am different.
I began to imagine how I would like to be living right at the moment. I wanted to be happy, curious, joyful - living every moment intensely, drinking the water of life thirstily. Belieiving again in my dreams. Able to fight for what I wanted.
Loving a man who loved me.
Yes, that was the woman I wanted to be - the woman who was suddenly presenting herself and becoming me.
I felt that my soul was bathed in the light of a god - or of a goddess - in whom i had lost faith, And I felt that at that moment, the Other left my body and was standing in the corner of that small room.
I observed the woman I had been up untill then: weak but trying to give impression of strength. Fearful of everything but telling herself it wasn't fear - it was the wisdom of someone who knew what reality was. Putting up shutters in front of windows to keep the joy of the sun from entering - just so the sun's rays wouldn't fade my old furniture.
I looked at Other, there in the corner of the room, fragile, exhausted, disillusioned. Controlling and enslaving what should really be free: her emotions. Trying to judge her future loves by the rules of her past suffering.
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.
the moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And to save us!
When the Other Left me, my heart once again began to speak to me. it told me that the breach in the dike had allowed the waters to pur through, that the wind was blowing in all directions at once, and that it was happy because I was once again willing to listen what it had to say.
My heart told me that I was in love. And I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.
taken from "By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept by Paulo Coelho"
Selected (and Typed) by Uncertainty !
Really Nice
But Dont knw Y I think or feel so that one cant love again in his/her lyf specially when someone betrays u ... u cant trust neone again... Dont know abt others but I think lyk that ... we hardly find true love in r lives now ... but its true that it still exist n True Love always happens once in lyf ... that piece of art u shared is nice n suit situations existing in r society these days ... People flirt eachother ... The word Love Has depth lyk Sea .. easy to speak but difficult to think to feel ... the piece u shared is a opptimistic approch one should do so care for those who care for you but still I say True Love Cant happen again n again haan its true u can flirt ppl many times n everytime u get new experience thanks for inviting me UC
Airy
Princess
QUOTE(*Angel* @ Dec 17 2007, 05:04 PM) [snapback]2630308[/snapback]
i hate the word "Love" bcoz there is no Love in this world
Love is in every relation ... u just need a Heart to feel it
Just Love urself you will start loving not only this Word but also everyone u lyk ... if someone betrays u it doesnt mean Love in itself is Bad ... No ... never ... Dont make urself ur iner being die in fake love
[quote name='* SOZ *' date='Dec 17 2007, 07:25 PM' post='2630521']
"PAULO COELHO" One of my favorite author
mine too ...
Will share his e-books soon...
Wow .. i have every book of him in my lib....but wud lov to have e-version too
@ TOPIC
"By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept" is an enjoyable love story that may also be seen as a metaphysical allegory...
fiction n fable guy
Wisely written statement.Isn't it a mix of infatuation and a logical union?
i take each bit of count as NEW version......for every version im agreed with your lines written below.
We generally tend to ignore our heart's voice, but it never dies rather grows louder and louder. It continues to live, even though in the furthest corner of our soul...Whether it is first love,it's PURE,you'll find it everywhere...Allow it to envelope you, get out of the pre-conceived notions & prejudices.Even if loving means leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love is worth every penny of its price.
It is a characteristic sample of Coelho's writing, and some questions are raised by the paradox of Coelho urging people not to use formula in their lives and yet he once again uses the formula that gave him his best-selling status.
True.
Some people say Paulo is a LIAR but this is what his way is.....he influences millions of his readers in a posotive way. the way he conveys his idea even metaphysically, and accelerate the senses in readers is superb.
i also love reading him .... Alchemist and 11 Minutes are Blast
"PAULO COELHO" One of my favorite author
mine too ...
Will share his e-books soon...
Wow .. i have every book of him in my lib....but wud lov to have e-version too
@ TOPIC
"By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept" is an enjoyable love story that may also be seen as a metaphysical allegory...
fiction n fable guyWisely written statement.Isn't it a mix of infatuation and a logical union?
i take each bit of count as NEW version......for every version im agreed with your lines written below.We generally tend to ignore our heart's voice, but it never dies rather grows louder and louder. It continues to live, even though in the furthest corner of our soul...Whether it is first love,it's PURE,you'll find it everywhere...Allow it to envelope you, get out of the pre-conceived notions & prejudices.Even if loving means leaving, or solitude, or sorrow, love is worth every penny of its price.
It is a characteristic sample of Coelho's writing, and some questions are raised by the paradox of Coelho urging people not to use formula in their lives and yet he once again uses the formula that gave him his best-selling status.
True.
Some people say Paulo is a LIAR but this is what his way is.....he influences millions of his readers in a posotive way. the way he conveys his idea even metaphysically, and accelerate the senses in readers is superb.
i also love reading him .... Alchemist and 11 Minutes are Blast
QUOTE(Airy_Princess @ Dec 17 2007, 07:42 PM) [snapback]2630540[/snapback]
Really Nice But Dont knw Y I think or feel so that one cant love again in his/her lyf specially when someone betrays u ... u cant trust neone again... Dont know abt others but I think lyk that ... we hardly find true love in r lives now ... but its true that it still exist n True Love always happens once in lyf ... that piece of art u shared is nice n suit situations existing in r society these days ... People flirt eachother ... The word Love Has depth lyk Sea .. easy to speak but difficult to think to feel ... the piece u shared is a opptimistic approch one should do so care for those who care for you but still I say True Love Cant happen again n again haan its true u can flirt ppl many times n everytime u get new experience
thanks for inviting me UC
Airy Princess
But Dont knw Y I think or feel so that one cant love again in his/her lyf specially when someone betrays u ... u cant trust neone again... Dont know abt others but I think lyk that ... we hardly find true love in r lives now ... but its true that it still exist n True Love always happens once in lyf ... that piece of art u shared is nice n suit situations existing in r society these days ... People flirt eachother ... The word Love Has depth lyk Sea .. easy to speak but difficult to think to feel ... the piece u shared is a opptimistic approch one should do so care for those who care for you but still I say True Love Cant happen again n again haan its true u can flirt ppl many times n everytime u get new experience thanks for inviting me UC
Airy
PrincessFlirt/Infatuation is banned in the topic .. we are talking about love not the definations.
and Love-----(Taking it simple feeling - not being in comlexity of SuperNatural phenomena that bulk of people talk about) can happen anytime. I am so agreed with the writer at this point. Love is new everytime and yes it can happen anytime regardless of number or count.
and yea.......we can't find it having METRICS & MEASURES Defined for the touchstone. but if u surpass it u can definately witness the lot of it
thanks for sharing your idea AP
QUOTE(~Saraj~ @ Dec 17 2007, 05:24 PM) [snapback]2630341[/snapback]
" To hate" is also a form of love.........might b due to rejection of love ?
By the way word LOVE is a very broad in a sense and here this word is use in global sense.
You love your parents,friends,nature,spouse,every thing which is created by Allah u may love them...
By the way word LOVE is a very broad in a sense and here this word is use in global sense.
You love your parents,friends,nature,spouse,every thing which is created by Allah u may love them...
... sometimes we feel so much offended that your core hate the love in itself. there is a very thin line between love and hate.
QUOTE(*Angel* @ Dec 17 2007, 05:26 PM) [snapback]2630350[/snapback]
Yesh they love me but i don't know y i hate this word
no problem... i can see ur state... have been throught it .. so worry not enjoy life ..
keep hating
PAULO COELHO .. emm .. nice author .. Actually i have not read any book from any other English author so can't compare him with others .. I have read a few books of this writer and among those AL-CHEMIST was the best. For me, it has something related to life .. some facts and something that we must realize and must implement in life to live it happily
.. any way.. coming to your post.
Well, I believe that every new relation has new charm, new attraction and every thing NEW * .. so does the love. it's nature of life. You won't forget your old love and may be you'll find your new love CHARMER than the last one or dull from the last one (you can't stop comparing things specially if you were already in love) but what ever feelings you'll have will be new ..
nice sharing UC...
I do agree with the writter...Love is a very important diet for a human being to survive...
falling in luv once, twice or whatever number depends on the strength of luv given 2 u or taken frm u... if someone loves u to ur capacity than there is no chance that u r going 2 fall in someone other's luv...
wht I beleive is that a human being continiously searches 4 a luv that can fill him/her up 2 his/her capacity and by the time that is found than search automatically stops...
n I agree writter that luv is always new... (
I have been in luv so many times and it always appeared 2 b new 
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