She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure.
Paulo Coelhofate is strange.. almost no one i know married the first love of their lives. but for those who did are always telling me that they missed soemthing important, that they didnโt experience all that they might have.." - by the river piedra i sat down and wept
Paulo CoelhoThe moment that he begins to walk along it, the warrior of the light recognizes the path.
Paulo CoelhoWarriors of light frequently ask themselves what they are doing here. Very often they believe their lives have no meaning. That is why they are warriors of light. Because they make mistakes. Because they ask questions. Because they continue to look for a meaning. And, in the end, they will find it.
Paulo Coelho