By Paulo Coelho
And each man kills the thing he loves,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
(The Valkyries)
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Thank you.
Ah, at last.
Knowing that this was your ‘assignment’, Paulo
some time over the past I have had this come to my mind and wondered, had someone given me this problem to solve, I would have to had asked that person;
BUT has it been proved true??
Is it inevitable that we kill that which we love??
I am understanding that your Quest was to find how Not to kill the Loved…is this correct?
- it matters not - the answer is the same
if we choose to believe it is true, then it is true
and if we choose to disbelieve
then we avoid killing the thing we love
LOVE
xxxx
PS
I believe that the bracket underneath should include (”Oscar Wilde”) - an extremely witty, sarcastic and often misunderstood Irishman (aren’t they all?) who, for the benefit of those who don’t know, coz I know Paulo does, wrote this verse whilst incarcerated in jail, being an outrageously outspoken literary non-conformist
I wonder what he would make of the world now……
LOVE
xxxx
Love’s bigger than the “man.” Man could’nt handle it. Instead it will forever consume him in thought. It’ll be the death of him. Without a bitter look, a flattering word, a kiss, or a sword. Simply by its mere existance.
Beautiful and so…true, unfortunately.
Why people kill their dreams?
Looking around, we notice so many people without this spark in their eyes, without this light.
Why?
Because they’ve stopped believing, stopped dreaming.
They just…live, not really living.
Are they afraid, are they lazy? Maybe both?
Still not enough to understand it.
When there’s no passion for life, for love, life becomes empty, full of nothing but grey days, sad nights.
I always wandered how they can go on like this?
I couldn’t.
Well, maybe that’s why I was always different and there were moments in my life when people tried to make me feel bad about it, and maybe I was,… sometimes.
Still, they tell me that, I am not standing hard on the ground, just fly in the clouds, that I always want more and more, and dream of things I may not ever have.
I do,
and even if I won’t get what I dream of, even if I’ll cry a bit sometimes because of that, I know, I will be happy, because I’ll spend my life living this crazy, colorful dream, and that’s what brings smile on my face everyday.
Nobody has to approve it or disapprove it, anymore.
I’m free and that feeling gives me wings to fly.
Fly wherever, and whenever I want.
…….
Feel..
like nobody can,
love..
like nobody could,
dance ..
like heaven and hell,
make love…
with no…rules.
love
Agnieszka
Some people yes definitely self sabotage ,while others who know that it is the search of how not to kill our dreams or love is where it defines the brave from the imprisoned.Again fight or flee , embrace it and run free…but fight on .Blessings Tania
yes, that is true.. we all kill what we love most..our dreams, or a preson who we love, or ourselves…we keep hurting and killing what we love.only if we pass through this hell we realise that we can actually live, without doing this anymore..and be kind to ourselves, loving everything we are..even if it is different.. we deserve to live and give our dreams and ourselves a fair chance
love to all
I don’t understand it, but I love it.
and jet when people see love being killed.. they do nothing or start to judge about stoned-hearts or whatsoever.. but if one has belief that love is so strong and stands above all? of course it will reborn in other circumstances… another scene in this theater with different actors and decorations… but in new quality…
SPOT ON
…to feal-ings
It is a good thing, to have the courage to take the final step.
It is a good thing, to finally being able to sacrifice the ego.
I think those that “try” to kill what they love don’t know how to love. They are jelous of those with a great self esteem. Those that don’t need a anti depressants to get through the day. The weak ones, those who “try” to kill others hopes, goals, lives. The strong ones aren’t bothered by the success or lives of others. I can NOT understand what it must be like to take on anothers life as if it were my obsession.
Thank God I live in Kentucky, where towns are too small for anyone to get away with murder:)
Dear Karen,
Nobody is never so strong, to not have the weak moments.
Nobody can be sure that the strong won’t be weak and vice versa.
Nobody can know the future.
We can only hope.
love
Agnieszka