A brook can be a friend in a special way. It talks to you with splashy gurgles. It cools your toes and lets you sit quietly beside it when you don't feel like speaking.

Between loving friends there need be no secrets . . . the trusting heart is always safe with another who truly cares.

Love comes quietly... but you know when it is there because suddenly... you are not alone anymore... and there is no sadness in you.

Friendships begin because, even without words, we understand how someone feels.

Friendship is like a rose. . . opening one petal at a time, only as it unfolds. . . day by day it reveals its true beauty.

A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my wall A black-hooded lady In a scarlet shawl.

Peace is the harvest of love as war is the fruit of hate.