By Paulo Coelho
To each of man’s ages the Lord gives its own anxieties.
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By Paulo Coelho
To each of man’s ages the Lord gives its own anxieties.
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I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
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I’ve been needing to remind myself of this truth. Still, what’s unique about the present time is the literally global nature of the problems we’re creating for the future. And to date what we’ve done to slow global warming is literally nothing.
It looks to me as though leadership around the world – which today is often more corporate than govermental, since major corporations influence goverments so strongly – generally shows no sign of wishing to address the problem. I think the problem will have to reach a point of affecting the bottom lines/short term profit motives of the world’s wealthiest individuals and corporate entities before it will be seriously addressed.
Paul – originalfaith.com
Dear Mr.Coelho,
It’s one of my the best honors to be one of fans!
I’m so sorry that I leave a message here!
Mr.Coelho I tried so much to say a good comment for you,and I could find this:
Paulo aperson who always is…
” The Bridge Between Hearts!!!”
Dear Paulo,special thanks for “Ser Como O Rio que Flui”
Its one of the best of your books.
I should say my people’s regards to you from Iran,
Be a warrior of the light & The Bridge Of Hearts!!!
The age of innocence..
enthusiasm..
sorrow..
the age of experience..
age of wisdom..
the age of love..
passion..
compassion..
the age of life..
age of …the soul.
Oh..Annie…you are beautiful, lots of love and thank you.
Agnieszka
Our body is just a shell,
time is irrelative to each individual.
Time was created by man,
the fact is,
we are all in our own timeline’s.
It’s not what you do with your time,
it’s how you use it.
It’s a higher power, not god!
But if you know your English,
same thing.
We are not human beings on a spiritual trip, we are spirits on a human trip.
There is a saying in my language (Sesotho, Southern Africa) that goes like this: If you die my love and they bury you I would dig you out with my tongue bexause aif I use a spade it might hurt you
Dear Agnieszka, your poem is so beautiful…it never dies…nothing beautiful ever dies…there is so much truth in it…
Sending love to you..
Annie
and man then creates a few more of his own! temporal anxieties can only be measured through and within the body and mind – the threshold between the biological and the social marks of our existence.
Like a rain and a sun,
like a tear and a smile,
there’s day and there’s night.
Do you mind?
The heart smiles,
cries sometimes.
What is it?
Peace, hope, love,
lies?
Whatever it is,
it never
dies.
love
Agnieszka
Man imagines his own anxieties. God is simply an astute observer. God watches how man creatively weaves a rug of life lessons on a timeless loom.