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Those who can't hear the music think the dancer is mad" A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, the mind can achieve Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.beautiful Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do itrowing Love is foolish ... but I still might try it sometimepart Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart You don't marry someone you can live with - you marry the person who you cannot live without Love can sometimes be magic  . But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you |
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