Monday, January 31, 2011


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.

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 healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.

(--n the words are not mine, putting that i agree with the writer..)


Namit said...

Best friend is hard to find and lucky to have.

AaaDee said...

:) sure is