Involved

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Compilation of the Heart - 5-Hydroxytryptamine

I'm undergoing treatment since my problem is that I lack a particular chemical. While I hope that the chemical gets rid of my chronic depression, I want to continue being crazy, living my life the way I dream it, and not the way other people want it to be. 

 
Paulo Coelho - Veronika decides to Die

♥
   

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Compilation of the Heart - Have Courage, Be Capable

"There is no sin but the lack of love," Valhalla continued. 

"Have courage, be capable of loving, even if love appears to be a treacherous and terrible thing. Be happy in love. Be joyful in victory. Follow the dictates of your heart."

Paulo Coelho - The Valkyries

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Some do it with a Kiss

Paulo Coelho - The Valkyries

I was too tired today to take a better pic. It's so incredibly hot!

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GRANDER

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The Pilgrimage - Paulo Coelho

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The Flow of Love

Vom Himmel kommt es,

Zum Himmel steigt es,

Und wieder nieder

Zur Erde muß es,

Ewig wechselnd.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Gesang der Geister über den Wassern

[Translation]

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If you're lost you can look and you will find me

“If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.”

Ellen Johnson Sirleaf

"Why do we have to listen to our hearts?" the boy asked, when they had made camp that day. "Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure."

"But my heart is agitated," the boy said. "It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate […]. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights." […]

The boy's heart began to speak of fear. It told him stories it had heard from the Soul of the World, stories of men who sought to find their treasure and never succeeded. Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert. At other times, it told the boy that it was satisfied: it had found love and riches.

"My heart is a traitor," the boy said to the alchemist […]. "It doesn't want me to go on.", "That makes sense," the alchemist answered. "Naturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won."

"Well, then, why should I listen to my heart?". "Because you will never again be able to keep it quiet. Even if you pretend not to have heard what it tells you, it will always be there inside you, repeating to you what you're thinking about life and about the world." […]

"My heart is afraid that it will have to suffer." the boy told the alchemist one night as they looked up at the moonless sky. "Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." […]

"When I have been truly searching for my treasure, every day has been luminous, because I've known that every hour was a part of the dream that I would find it. When I have been truly searching for my treasure, I've discovered things along the way that I never would have seen had I not had the courage to try things that seemed impossible […] to achieve."

The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho

Maybe that's what my fears are, dreams wanting to be born.

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Compilation of the Heart - A Stone in a Universe of Pebbles and Stones

Today, while we were walking around the lake, [...] the man who was with me [...] threw a pebble into the water. Small circles appeared where the pebble fell, which grew and grew until they touched a duck that happened to be passing and which had nothing to do with the pebble. Instead of being afraid of that unexpected wave, he decided to play with it. [...]
Some hours before that scene, I went into a cafe, heard a voice, and it was as if God had thrown a pebble into that place.
The waves of energy touched both me and a man sitting in a corner painting a portrait. He felt the vibrations of that pebble, and so did I. […]

There is a name for that pebble: passion.

It can be used to describe the beauty of an earth-shaking meeting between two people, but it isn't just that. It's there in the excitement of the unexpected, in the desire to do something with real fervor, in the certainty that one is going to realize a dream. Passion sends us signals that guide us through our lives, and it's up to me to interpret those signs.

Paulo Coelho – Eleven Minutes

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This Magic Moment

At any given moment in our lives, there are certain things that could have happened but didn't. The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything. [p.5]

[It's] the acceptance of the challenge of going forward. He knew that no single day is the same as any other and that each morning brings its own special miracle, its magic moment in which ancient universes are destroyed and new stars are created. [p.63]

You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun—and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy.

Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist—that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment.

It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists—a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.

Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments—but all of this is transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken. [p.4]

I remember my "magic moment" - that instant when a "yes" or a "no" can change one's life forever. [p.2]

At the River Piedra I sat down and wept - Paulo Coelho

 

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Compilation of the Heart - The Piece of You

A boy and a girl were insanely in love with each other. They decided to become engaged. And that's when presents are always exchanged.

The boy was poor—his only worthwhile possession was a watch he'd inherited from his grandfather. Thinking about his sweetheart's lovely hair, he decided to sell the watch in order to buy her a silver barrette.

The girl had no money herself to buy him a present. She went to the shop of the most successful merchant in the town and sold him her hair. With the money, she bought a gold watchband for her lover.
When they met on the day of the engagement party, she gave him the wristband for a watch he had sold, and he gave her the barrette for the hair she no longer had.

Paulo Coelho - By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept


The grace is not the gift, it's the giving.

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Water to water, dust to dust. - River of Time.

Chapter 1

By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river—leaves, insects, the feathers of birds—is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed.

If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.

By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until far from my heart and sight all of them merge with the sea.

May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him.

May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together.

I shall forget the roads, the mountains, and the fields of my dreams, the dreams that will never come true.

I remember my "magic moment", that instant when a "yes" or a "no" can change one's life forever. It seems so long ago now. It is hard to believe that it was only last week that I had found my love once again, and then lost him.

Paulo Coelho - By the River Piedra I sat down and wept
(The book actually has a happy end.)

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Immersion

“Intuition is really a sudden immersion of the soul into the universal current
   
of life, where the histories of all people are connected, and we are able to
   
know everything, because it's all written there.”

   

"Everything is written in the Soul of the World,
   
and there it will stay forever."

    

"Listen to your Heart. It knows all things, because it came from the
   
Soul of the World, and it will one day return there."

Paulo Coelho – The Alchemist

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Compilation of the Heart - Wanderer on Earth

“He suddenly recalled from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”

Milan Kundera

Plato's Symposium

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La vie est breve

(human lifetime max. ~) 650,000 h x 60 sec = 39,000,000 sec

tick-tack

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You. In the Crowd. In the World. - Telling myself the Story over and over.

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“In order to live fully, it is necessary to be in constant movement; only then can each day be different from the last. [...] Going farther and farther, distancing yourself from your personal history, from what you were forced to become.”

“How does one go about abandoning the story one was told?” 

“By repeating it out loud in meticulous detail. And as we tell our story, we say goodbye to what we were and, as you’ll see if you try, we create space for a new, unknown world. We repeat the old story over and over until it is no longer important to us. [...] As those spaces grow, it is important to fill them up quickly, even if only provisionally, so as not to be left with a feeling of emptiness.”

“How?” 

“With different stories, with experiences we never dared to have or didn’t want to have. That is how we change. That is how love grows. And when love grows, we grow with it.”

“Does that mean we might lose things that are important?” 

“Never. The important things always stay; what we lose are the things we thought were important but which are, in fact, useless, like the false power we use to control the energy of love.” 

   Paulo Coelho – The Zahir

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I want to live within / Cause I can’t live without / I want to build it up / So it can break me down / You are Like the summer rain / You are What I can’t explain / You are The hurt inside / You are What I cannot hide / And again, and again / And again, and again / The murder inside / The murder inside / The murder inside / The murder inside / The murder inside.

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One from within, one from... without

Despair means to find no rest,

to find no peace,

to find no hope,

to find no way out.

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Compilation of the Heart - Bookmark: So (little) it is?

“...if one day you come back, I'll be waiting for you. I missed my chance to tell you something very simple: I love you. It may be too late now, but I wanted you to know.”

Missed chances. She had learned very early on what that meant. “I love you”, though, were three words she had often heard during her twenty-two years, and it seemed to her that they were now completely devoid of meaning, because they had never turned into anything serious or deep, never translated into a lasting relationship.

Maria thanked him for his words, noted them in her memory (one never knows what life may have in store for us, and it's always good to know where the emergency exit is), gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and left without so much as a backward glance.

Paulo Coelho - Eleven Minutes

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Searchin' our Hearts for so Long

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Precious Parenthesis in Eternity

And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadows of my heart

High up in the sky the little stars climb

Always reminding me that were apart

You wander down the lane and far away

Leaving me a song that will not die

Love is now the stardust of yesterday

The music of the years gone by

Sometimes I wonder why I spend

The lonely nights

Dreaming of a song.

The melody haunts my reverie

And I am once again with you.

When our love was new, and each kiss an inspiration.

But that was long ago, and now my consolation

Is in the stardust of a song.

Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright

You are in my arms

The nightingale tells his fairy tale

Of paradise where roses grew.

Though I dream in vain, in my heart you will remain

My stardust melody

The memory of loves refrain.

 
Stardust – Etta Jones

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Compilation of the beaten Heart - You can't stop today as it comes speeding down the track

Please turn the volume up, get on your feet and:

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