friendships like other relationships
should be carefully maintained to produce fruits
its only reasonable that some people longer to trust another person
and only reasonable that trust may not be mutual
pouring trust, love and faith into any relationship
at any point, is tiring.
friendship is not a one way highroad and must be
constantly renewed with honesty, openness and trust.
dont hide in a shell behind the protective material
because that will just make you unable to withstand storms
as you learn how to come out of that shell
slowly, you will also learn how to fight the strong winds that
may blow you off
some of course, are contented to just stay in there forever
and like nothing they have as they came,
nothing they will take away as they leave
nothing.
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AINT NO AVERAGE.
LOVE.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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