I can’t find a reason why God gave you to me, but that is not the question to be asked, May be the question is how did God knew that I needed a friend like you.
Count your garden by flowers, not fallen leaves. Count your life with smiles, not tears and when your life has reached its autumn, count your age by friends, not years.
Art of friendship is like playing a musical instrument. First you must learn to play by rules and then you must forget the rules and play from your Heart.
I can’t find a reason why God gave you to me, but that is not the question to be asked, May be the question is how did God knew that I needed a friend like you.
Count your garden by flowers, not fallen leaves. Count your life with smiles, not tears and when your life has reached its autumn, count your age by friends, not years.
Art of friendship is like playing a musical instrument. First you must learn to play by rules and then you must forget the rules and play from your Heart.
