The Alchemist

Paulo Coelho-ийн бичсэн The Alchemist гээд ном байх. Амьдрал хэмээх тахир муруй, адармаатай, гунигтай гутралтай, басхүү баяр бахдал, амжилт ололт, эрсдлээр дүүрэн сүлэлдсэн гайхамшгийг хоньчин хүү Сантиогогийн эрлээр уран сайхан дүрсэлжээ. Заримдаа хорвоод яг яах гэж мэндэлсэн болох, яг юу хүсээд байгаагаа эс мэдэх, утгагүй, урамгүй мөчүүд хэн бүхэнд бишгүй л тохиох. Яг тэр үедээ барьж аваад уншчихад зэгсэн сайхан засал авахаар... Хувийн тэмдэглэл болгож уг номоос хэдэн өгүүлбэр оруулъя.

I ask myself: are defeats necessary?
Well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and get up to eight times.
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But if you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, you help the Soul of the World, and you understand why you are here.
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"What's the world's greatest lie?" the boy asked, completely surprised.
"It's this: that a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie."
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And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
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"Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water, and it is buried by the same currents," said the old man.
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"'Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,' said the wisest of wise men. 'The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never forget the drops of oil on the spoon.'"
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He had not a cent in his pocket, but he had faith.
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We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.
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Eat when it's time to eat. And move along when it's time to move along.
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Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world.
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Life attracts life.
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"I'm a woman of desert," she said, averting her face. "But above all, I'm a woman."
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If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.
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You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way, you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow.
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Every search begins with beginners's luck. And every search ends with victor's being severely tested.
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The darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.
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Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.
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Letters to My Son

Кэнт Нэрбүрний "Хүүдээ захих үгс" гээд гайхалтай гоё ном байна. Мan and Male бүлгээс хэдэн мөр оруулъя. Personal notes from "Letters to My Son" - a terrific book by Kent Nerburn. Chapter 2 - Man and Male.

My father was not an extraordinary man. There could be no epics written about his accomplishments. But he was a good man. He never harmed another person willingly, and he was always ready to do a kindness for those in need.

For the last ten years I have watched him slowly lose interest in life.

He is not unhappy. He is beyond unhappiness. He is depleted and defeated by those losses that have taken all sense of self-worth from him. First it was his job, then his physical strength, and finally any sense of usefulness that gave him a way to value his presence on earth.

It is sad thing to see. All of us still love him and respect him and honor him as the father, but he no longer loves and honors and respects himself. His world and his body have betrayed him.

How did such a thing happen? How could a man who was always strong suddenly become so weak? Why did he give up when the horizons of life still stretched out to unknown distances before him?

I am afraid he gave up because he no longer considered himself a man.

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Why should he, who started with nothing and accomplished so much, feel that his manhood is gone?

The answer is harsh but clear. He confused being a male with being a man.

Being a male is part of our biological coding. It has to do with strength, domination, territoriality, competition, and a host of other traits that were essential in the days when dominance was the key to human survival.

Being a man is something different. It is taking these male traits and forming them into a life that meets the demands of the world around you while serving the needs of others. It is action in service of a dream. It is being grounded in belief while reaching for the stars.

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I want to you to consider this distinction as you go forward in life. Being male is not enough; being a man is a right to be earned and an honor to be cherished. I cannot tell you how to earn that right or deserve that honor. But I can tell you that the information of your manhood must be conscious act governed by the highest vision of the man you want to be.

As you reach for that vision, the echoes of the male will always be with you. The competitive, the dominating, the great sexual urgency and desire for outreach will always whisper. But if you are able to transform them, these male attributes will become the true measures of manhood - strength and honor and moral force; courage, sacrifice, and confidence of touch.

So acknowledge your male characteristics. Celebrate them. Honor them. Turn them into a manhood that serves the world around you. But do not let them overwhelm you and do not let those who confuse maleness and manhood take your manhood from you.

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Measure your greatness by the length of your reach, but also by the gentleness of your touch. For now, the world needs hands that love, not hands that conquer. Let your hands be among them.

Доорхи линкээр ороод номыг нь аваарай.
Buy it, read it, and give it as a present to others you care.

http://www.amazon.com/Letters-My-Son-Fathers-Manhood/dp/1577310314/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1361498457&sr=8-1&keywords=letters+to+my+son