“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.”
“I’ve been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn’t listen. Every time you said ‘Farm Boy do this’ you thought I was answering ‘As you wish’ but that’s only because you were hearing wrong. ‘I love you’ was what it was, but you never heard.”
We often see and hear only what we want overlooking what was there all along. Sometimes we let our mind and preconceived notions and thoughts lead us. And while there is no fault in listening to your brain, sometimes in doing so we eclipse our heart. What we think we want isn’t always what we should want, and we spend so much time building up these thoughts we miss out on something that could be great. Maybe you have spent so much time imagining the person you think you should love, you miss out on the person that already loves you. Maybe you have spent so much time wanting something better in your life, you look past what is already wonderful in your life. If we listen with our hearts we can open ourselves to love that has always been there.
“This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
Has it got any sports in it?
Fencing. Fighting. Torture. Poison. True love. Hate. Revenge. Giants. Hunters. Bad men. Good men. Beautifulest ladies. Snakes. Spiders. Beasts of all natures and descriptions. Pain. Death. Brave men. Coward men. Strongest men. Chases. Escapes. Lies. Truths. Passion. Miracles.”