In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares
Friends are the sailors who guide your rickety boat safely across the dangerous waters of life.
A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.
I've realized lately that my friends are my safety net-- I trust them as much as I trust myself. It really is the friend you can call at 4 am that matters.
It's like Cummings said, "I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart."
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