sharing

It is the nature of human that we tend to pass our pain along. As if we could get rid of it by inflicting an equal hurt on someone else.

I had also never realized before that I loved him, but I did. And his pain was my pain, and it hurt, but it also felt good in a strange way, knowing that we could share in it together.

Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.

We are here in this world for each other.

Time is valuable in life. You can show someone how much you appreciate them by giving your time. A good amount of time goes by each day. Spending time with the ones you love shows them how much you care.

You are not for everyone. But you are for someone.

What is the point of a relationship if not to grant two people the very private privilege to uplift one another every day?

Because even if you spend your life chasing the immaterial, listening to the most exquisite classical music and getting drunk off of stunning vistas of mountains and waterfalls, all of it isn't worth a dime if you aren__ sharing it with someone. Everything amounts to that. True, we must experience most things in solitude to grow, create, destroy and grow again, but our pleasure and joy reaches a threshold in isolation. It is the worst thing to become an island. One must become the whole world.

Sharing life brings the greatest joy.

Giving is sharing.

Missing you,I missed a part of meI shared with you that__ now gone.Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feeland the things you made us do.Missing you I shouldn__ be.But I can__ help missing who I was with you.Missing you,I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn__ even missed in return.

I haven__ written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?

Wonderment shared is doubled.Love shared is infinite.

And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you'd have to give away almost everything you own.

What does greed mean? Greed means taking away what belongs to others.

With a slow wink, he set the book in Tamaqua__ hands. __ne of my favorites.

As a leader, it's your job to get everyone to share what they know.

We will share each other__ burdens with love and kindness.