By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (Excerpts)

Excerpted from "By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept" by Paulo Coelho


But love is always new.
Regardless of whether we love once,
twice, or a dozen times in our life,
we always face a brand-new situation.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise,
but it always takes us somewhere.
We simply have to accept it,
because it is what
nourishes our existence.
If we reject it, we die of hunger,
because we lack the courage
t stretch out a hand and
pluck the fruit from the
branches of the tree of life.

We have to take love where we find it,
even if that means hours, days, weeks
of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love,
love begins to seek us. And to save us.

The Alchemist (Excerpts)

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Excerpted from "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho


“The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

He said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

'Why do you weep?' the goddesses asked.

'I weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.

'Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,' they said, 'for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.'

'But... was Narcissus beautiful?' the lake asked.

'Who better than you to know that?' the goddesses asked in wonder. 'After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!'

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

'I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.'

'What a lovely story,' the alchemist thought.”