Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
Why do we have to listen to our hearts?_ the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.__ecause, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure.___ut my heart is agitated,_ the boy said. __t has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her.___ell, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say._ . . .__y heart is a traitor,_ the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. __t doesn't want me to go on.___hat makes sense,_ the alchemist answered. __aturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won.___ell then, why should I listen to my heart?___ecause 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.___ou mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?___reason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know it's dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.___ou 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 unexpected blow.
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Why do we have to listen to our hearts?_ the boy asked, when they had made camp that day.__ecause, wherever your heart is, that is where you'll find your treasure.___ut my heart is agitated,_ the boy said. __t has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert. It asks things of me, and it keeps me from sleeping many nights, when I'm thinking about her.___ell, that's good. Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say._ . . .__y heart is a traitor,_ the boy said to the alchemist, when they had paused to rest the horses. __t doesn't want me to go on.___hat makes sense,_ the alchemist answered. __aturally it's afraid that, in pursuing your dream, you might lose everything you've won.___ell then, why should I listen to my heart?___ecause 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.___ou mean I should listen, even if it's treasonous?___reason is a blow that comes unexpectedly. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you. Because you'll know it's dreams and wishes, and will know how to deal with them.___ou 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 unexpected blow.
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