Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Saturday, 29 October 2011


To the warriors of light, there is no such thing as impossible love.
They don’t allow themselves to be intimidated by silence, or by rejection.
They know that – behind the icy mask people wear – there is a heart of fire.
That is why the warriors risk more than others.
They tirelessly seek love – even if this means hearing, many times over, the word ‘no’, returning home defeated, feeling rejected in body and soul.
Warriors don’t allow themselves to be discouraged. 
Without love, living has no meaning.
Paulo Coelho

Warriors of light always keep a certain gleam in their eyes.
They are of this world, they are part of the lives of other people and they set out on their journey with no saddlebags and no sandals.
They are often cowardly.
They do not always make the right decisions.
They suffer over the most trivial things, they have mean thoughts and sometimes believe they are incapable of growing.
They frequently deem themselves unworthy of any blessing or miracle.
They are not always quite sure what they are doing here.
They spend many sleepless nights, believing that their lives have no meaning.
That is why they are warriors of light.
Because they make mistakes.
Because they ask themselves questions.
Because they are looking for a reason – and are sure to find it.
 Paulo Coelho 

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Whom do we love?
Ever since we are children, we are asked: do you love daddy? Do you love auntie? Do you love your teacher?
Nobody asks: do you love yourself?
And we end up spending a good deal of our life and energy trying to please others. But what about ourselves? Jesuit Anthony Mello has a fine story on this subject.
Mother and son are at a snack-bar. After taking the mother’s order, the waitress turns to the boy:
“And what will you be wanting?”
“A hotdog.”
“Nothing of the sort,” says the mother. “He wants a steak and salad.”
Ignoring the comment, the waitress asks the boy:
“Do you want that with mustard or ketchup?”
“Both,” answers the boy.
And then he turns to the mother in surprise:
“Mother! SHE THINKS THAT I’M FOR REAL!”

by Paulo Coelho