Friendship !

An interesting story about friendship ... Read the rest of this ancient wisdom!

Two people walking in the hot desert. They were arguing with. Then one slapped the other one.

Who received a slap in the face, sand wrote: "Today my best friend downmixed one!"

Furthermore, they found an oasis, and went into a pond fürdeni.Aki received a slap in the face was not a good swimmer and started another fuldoklani.A immediately excused.

Then the carved stone: "Today my best friend saved my life."

Why did he do this?

If someone hurts you, írdd in the sand that can be easily blown away. If someone is good for you, you throw stone that you do not remove anything.!

Learn to write grievances et sand, det kõbevés ni good luck!

They say: A special meeting people you respect in a moment. Enough for one day, to love, to forget a little life!

I am honored friendship of many wonderful people, consider him as if existence were codifies you!

There must be a friend
to see the world differently!
I always need to have someone
who opens his heart and cuddle.
Who can tell jealously guarded secrets,
afraid to care and protect his footsteps
whose every word of reassurance,
it will not hurt you to do!
There must be a friend
to show you the world!
Sometimes it hurts a odamondott words,
Believe me, it did so with good intentions say!
I'm sorry it because you know that you,
the only one who really honest with you,
Who are you in the same place in his heart,
than the one where he is, deep inside of yours!

Friendship. What a beautiful word!
He sounds confident trust, encouragement interwoven, both hands to get theencouragement and help in trouble.
Great differences can be explained in this brief talk, but for me there is only one kind of friendship.
Honest, help each other ... :)

The solitude of the disease, in the confusion the mere thought of friendship makes it possible to survive, even if our friends do not have the power to help us. It is enough to know that he exists. The friendship does not fade in the distance or time, or a prison of war, suffering, or serious silence. It is in these things the most deeply rooted, and such soils are extracting the most beautiful flowers!!

Here you are to me, all I have yours.

Stepped cherish, thank you lived.

I thank my mom for the first, the first smile

The first step, the first error.

Thank you, that I could, and it mirrors what I have.

Mirror in which to look at me pride.

Thank you received from you in my life. "