“Tell me, what is hope if not a sweet, sweet companion?”

But I know courage. It is never lost.

Even the rain could be the answer to your prayers.

You and that love you carry. Like fresh rivers. Like new poetry.

We are ever blossoming.

Some days each breath just lie stuck in your chest, you know?

Love shouldn’t be as fickle as the rain. But an ever flowing torrent.

Remember forgiveness; a kind exhale.

I think there is miracle always spilling into something.

I know the light, but I cannot see it.

Let us be the impossible.

Honestly, I just want to love without the fear of losing anything.

Yes, there are wounds but we are not conquered.

When you hold my hand and it feels like a fresh dream.

There is always a bit of love whispering from somewhere.

But when has worry ever produced a miracle?

But I must admit. I am desperate for hope.

The best companion and helper is admirable morals.

I was a child who went about in a world of colors. My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.

You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.

Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

Prayer gives us nobility. I t is capable of securing our relationship with God who is the true Companion on the journey of every man and woman.

I would not wish any companion in the world but you.