I also knew that from this moment on I was going to experience heaven and hell, joy and pain, dreams and hopelessness; that I would no longer be capable of containing the winds that blew from the hidden corners of my soul. I knew that from this moment on love would be my guide and that it had waited to lead me ever since childhood, when I had felt love for the first time. (from "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept")
The warrior of light has learnt that God uses solitude to teach cohabitation. He uses rage to show the infinite value of peace. He uses tediousness to underline the importance of adventure and abandonment.
God uses silence to give a teaching on the responsability of words.
He uses tiredness so to understand the importance of awakening. He uses illness to underline the blessing of health.
God uses fire to give a lesson on water. He uses Earth so to understand the importance of air. He uses death to show the importance of life.
"Do you remember your father, Haidee?" The young Greek smiled. "He is here, and here," said she, touching
her eyes and her heart. "And where am I?" inquired Monte Cristo laughingly. "You?" cried she, with tones of thrilling tenderness, "you are everywhere!"
Appreciate what you are for you are love, the love you search in everything and everywhere. Welcome what you are because you are what you try to be, what you want to be, you are life that creates your own life. Accept yourself, love of your love, because you are what you need to be. Smile at the love you emanate because you are that love you seek everywhere, peace of the senses.
He was pretty thoroughly bewildered; he had come home, a jubilant prodigal, expecting to find everybody wild with joy over his return; and instead had got the cold shoulder and a jail. The promise and the fulfilment differed so widely that the effect was stunning; he could not decide whether it was most tragic or most grotesque. He felt much as a man might who had danced blithely out to enjoy a rainbow, and got struck by lightning.
I suppose that when he points the barrel of the gun to his forehead, the suicide victim may feel for a moment what may be about to happen is what I felt in that moment: a feeling of curiosity.
We must never judge other people's lives, because every person knows only their pain and renounce. It is one thing to feel you're on the right path, another to think it is your only one.
To regret one's own experiences is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.
If a doctor had been present, perhaps he would have been able to stop the haemorrhaging that took Penelope's life, while she shrieked and scratched at the locked door, on the other side of which her father wept in silence and her mother cowered, staring at her husband. (...) When at last they opened the door and found Penelope lying dead in a pool of her own blood, hugging a shining, purple-coloured baby, nobody was capable of uttering a single word.
The other day they asked me to leave on of their places of worship as I was wearing a sleeveless dress - she explained sadly.
Apparently the Almighty doesn't like my arms even if he created them.