One piece of log creates a small fire, adequate to warm you up, add just a few more pieces to blast an immense bonfire, large enough to warm up your entire circle of friends; needless to say that individuality counts but team work dynamites.
Teamwork is the ability to work as a group toward a common vision, even if that vision becomes extremely blurry.
Individual commitment to a group effort - that is what makes a team work, a company work, a society work, a civilization work. ~Vince Lombardi
A single leaf working alone provides no shade. ~Chuck Page
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow.
For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.
Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859
Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart.
~Phyllis McGinley, "Ballade of Lost Objects," 1954
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
To know when to go away and when to come closer is the key to any lasting relationship.
~Doménico Cieri Estrada
I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
~Natalie Clifford Barney
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes
“To the love of my life, I will be a priority, not a footnote. I will be his morning breath and his last thought. I will come first, and not as a second thought. The love of my life will see me as rain in a drought, food when hungry, sunshine through clouds and I will be his passion. One day I will be that to someone, and they will be all that and more, to me” Joni