For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and it no longer matters what is possible or impossible; it doesn't even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control.
He laughed. "I admire you. And I admire the battle you're waging with your heart."
"What battle ?"
"Never mind," he said.
But I knew what he was talking about.
"Don't kid yourself," I said. "We can talk about it if you like. You're mistaken about my feelings."
He stopped fooling with his glass and looked at me. "No, I'm not mistaken. I know you don't love me."
This confused me even more.
"But I'm going to fight for your love," he continued. "There are some things in life that are worth fighting for to the end."
I was speechless.
"You are worth it," he said.
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 lask the courage to 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.
Dreams mean work.
All quotes from Paulo Coelho