Holding Eleanors hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete and completely alive.

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession friendship is never anything but sharing.

When I say its you I like Im talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate peace that rises triumphant over war and justice that proves more powerful than greed.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are but only their potential likeness to ourselves then we do not love them we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them

Well it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.

You are my best friend as well as my lover and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side just as I have treasured our life together.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field.Ill meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grassthe world is too full to talk about.

It is not a lack of love but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

When someone loves you the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.