Thursday, November 25, 2010

 We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.

Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him with friendship

How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose we know not, though sometimes sense it. But we know from daily life that we exist for other people, first of all for whose smiles and well- being our own happiness depends.

Time goes by so fast, people go in and out of your life. You must never miss the opportunity to tell these people how much they mean to you. 

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over. 

But every memory of friendship shared, even for a short time, is a treasure, like sunshine and warmth in our lives, like a cool breeze on a humid day, like a shower of rain refreshing the earth. 

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose

Someday many years from now
We'll sit beside the candles glow
Exchanging tales about our past
And laughing as the memories flow
And when that distant day arrives
I know it will be understood
That friendship is the key to live
And we were friends and it was good.

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