No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.
Rod McKuenIt happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.
Rod McKuenDo not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.
Rod McKuen