friendship

If you don't believe in yourself, who will?' ~Maybeck

If you don't beleve in yourself, who will?' ~Maybeck

When I was a teen, I liked to hang out around popular girls, I thought they had some magic, secrets that only they knew and I wanted to learn it... Though pretty soon I realized... popular girls were just like spam... they promised a lot, but only thing they had and could use were their well-built bodies and ability to apply make-up here and there. Mostly they were deceptive and had no senses... they had no idea about friendship, kindness and beauty as it is. Friendship for them was not something more than poor relations, sort of like in "God Father". Love for them was not something bigger than sex. Kindness for them was to have a kitty or a dog (which was already very rare case)... And beauty for them was... well, you can imagine. Concentrated selfishness

One measure of friendship consists not in the number of things friends can discuss, but in the number of things they need no longer mention.

So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.

How does she do it? She makes it sound like she is so cut up to be giving them this information, and it's all just bumph out of her head. She never told them ANYTHING. I don't think she's given them the right name of any airfield in Britain except Mainsend and Buscot, which of course were where she was stationed. They could have easily checked. It's all so close to truth, and so glib--her aircraft identification is rather good considering what a fuss she makes about it. It makes me think of the first day I met her, giving those directions in German. So cool and crisp, such authority--suddenly she really was a radio operator, a German radio operator, she was so good at faking it. Or when I told her to be Jamie, how she just suddenly turned into Jamie.This confession of hers is rotten with error...

Tarrou had "lost the match," as he put it. But what had he, Rieux, won? No more than the experience of having known plague and remembering it, of having known friendship and remembering it, of knowing affection and being destined one day to remember it. So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories. But Tarrou, perhaps, would have called that winning the match.

In poverty a man is alone. But with prosperity, He has many friends.

Even if I never get to see the light of heaven, it will still be worth my sacrifice as long as I save you.

You're into her. You're into the girl we came here to kill.

Friendship happens when the distance between the hearts tends to zero.

I__ brutally honest.______________ __o kidding. Sometimes a little too honest. There__ this word called tact, it__ in the dictionary under the letter T.___ don__ believe you, I think you just made that word up.

What__ the worst that could happen?___on__ say that!_ Bess and Corwin yelled at the same time.__ou two are so superstitious.

No, it__ fine. I know you__e late. Maybe we can talk tomorrow, but I__ going to be in and out all day.___hat__ what he said,_ she purred.

Friendship is so important. The goal of a good friendship should be for life! To keep it for life! If you find a friendship, and it gives you a joy inside, a peace, and a freedom; keep that friendship for life. Through it all, you stay together. So many friendships are toxic, but the good ones are really good! I always tell my son this, I always say, a friend is for life!

There's that "margin of error" that you allow to exist in your mind, you want to give everything the benefit of the doubt, you want to look at another person and say "maybe we could be friends" and that's all well at first, but then you have to reach that point in your life, wherein you don't have time to live on the margins of error, and you have to say, "so what if there is a margin of error that exists? I don't think that this person and I could walk down the same path together, because she's like that, and I'm like this; I must relieve myself of fearing the error, the 'what could have been'." You know, sometimes we can be so afraid of the "what could have been" that we overlook the right here and now! And end up forsaking who we are and what makes us happy, and what we want and don't want! There is an error that takes place; when living too much for the "what could have been." There comes a time when you must give YOURSELF the benefit of the doubt! Know thyself. Color-in those margins of error with your favorite color; make them your own, make them work for you, let them be in your favor!

A friend is someone who can brighten your day with a simple smile, when others try to do it with a thousand words.

These pages testify to the discovery of uhnlikely gifts when we stay in community--especially when we stay after things get hard.