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I was in college and was sleeping deeply in my dorm room bed after a rough day of classes. Suddenly, I heard the door open and light from the hallway streamed in. My best friend and roommate was standing there unsteadily. His girlfriend had broken up with him earlier that day and he had spent the evening downtown in a bar trying to drown his sorrows with 13 whiskey sours. I got up and helped him to climb up into the bunk bed above me. He didn’t look so good. His face was whiter than normal and he could barely walk. After fending off some idiots on our floor who tried to get him to go back downtown for more drinking I finally got him to lay down. After a minute he said he was going to be sick. I managed to get him to the bathroom down the hall but he couldn’t throw up. I walked him slowly back to bed and got him into the top bunk again. I was just about to drift back off to sleep when I heard it: retching followed by 13 whiskey sours splashing on his sheets. I got him off the bed again,

1.Love is ever matter of comedies, and how and then of tragedies.  2.Human nature is so constructed that it gives affection most readily to those who seem least to demand it.  3.For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. 4.You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. 5.First impression of you is most lasting. 6.Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. 7.As selfishness and complaint cloud the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.  8.As selfishness and complaint cloud the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision. 9.I feel happy at times we have had angry words but these have been kissed away. 10. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

One summer day in 1957, we headed to the courthouse for a marriage license. My husband-to-be, Steve, asked the clerk for a fishing license. She advised him a fishing license cost $1.50 and a marriage license cost $2.50. With some thought and a smile, he chose the marriage license, and so our life together, later filled with two children, began. Whenever we had a disagreement, I would remind my husband that he could have saved money had he chosen a fishing license, and it would have expired in a year. The extra dollar cost him 53 years of wedded bliss.

One of my best chilhood memories with siblings was spending many wonderful nights gazing at the sky. We enjoyed the view of the amazing gathering of bright celestial objects above. When everybody's settled and ready, the search for the brightest and biggest star began. As we looked up towards its horizon, before even we could find the brightest and the biggest, we began noticing patterns among them. It made us believe that there is a universe out there. The universe has been perfectly arranging and putting them together. One starry night that I could never forget, I was sitting beside the window, when I saw a shooting star. It was a fascinating sight! They say, dreams come true when you wish upon seeing it falling. I made a wish. Many years later, that wish came true when I walked on the stage, wearing my toga and holding my diploma . As I continue my journey to search the meaning of life, these stars continue to brighten my path. Little did I know, at the other side of this planet

My dear grandmother passed away almost 18 years ago but I still miss her every single day. She was such an important part of my life. My Mom, Dad, brothers and I lived in her old house for most of my childhood. And when I close my eyes and open my heart that is how I remember her. I can still see her in her flower print, cotton dress with a flour dusted apron tied over it.  I can see her smiling face with her wispy hair all askew and her big glasses sliding down her nose. I can hear her high pitched voice say, "HELLO" as I opened the door after school while her arms opened to give me a big hug and kiss. I can even remember how she smelled. It was a curious combination of cold cream, Ben Gay, garlic, and tomato sauce. And when she hugged me I could feel the love and joy coming from her heart into mine. I thought I knew everything about my "Nana" but amazingly I am still learning more about her even today. Just yesterday an old family friend stopped to talk to me at t

She Asked Dad How He Met Mom. His Response Is The Best Thing You'll Read Today A high school senior named Sydney is writing an essay about her parents, so she asked Dad how he and Mom fell in love. Dad texted her the story, and now it's being shared all over the world. This is why... Dad: Your mom basically asks me to marry her. We both thought it would be funny to tell our friends since no one would believe it. So at first our engagement was a joke. Two weeks later I was absolutely madly in love with your mother. She was more than a dream come true for me. You guys only see her as R2D2. I get to see her as my best friend, my hilarious wife, and my beautiful queen when we get the chance to be away from here and work. You’ve probably seen the great side of mommy while alone with her at tourneys…idk? Married a year later. Had Brytt, first child? A daddy’s girl, made me cry. Had Q, my son and future and the future of the Willoughby name, plus someone I could teach to be a man. But

We don't meet people by accident. Every person you meet will have a role in your life, be it big or small. Some will help you grow, some will hurt you, some will inspire you to do better. At the same time, you are playing some role in their lives as well. Know that paths cross for a reason and treat people with significance. The best teachers are those who don't tell you how to get there but show the way. There is no better joy then helping people see a vision for themselves, seeing them go to levels higher than they ever would have imagined on their own. But that doesn't mean you have to fix them or enable them; instead, guide them to the source of their own power. Offer them support and motivation as they find their own way and show you what they're capable of. All you have to do is believe in them. Never look down on someone unless you are helping them up. We like to think of life as a meritocracy, so it's easy to look down on someone who isn't as successful

I'm single because: I am very, very, very picky. I figure I'd rather be single than be stuck in a relationship with someone I'm not totally crazy about. Unfortunately, the few who pass my standards do not seem to like me that way. I'm lazy. I don't make much of an effort to meet people and get to know mildly interesting people. I'm busy. I work a lot. Also, I do a lot of other things when I'm not at work and most of them do not involve meeting single men. I'm shy. I will not make the first move because rejection sucks. I take relationships seriously, that is something I can't help, so I become pretty emotionally involved. This results in me being extremely picky. Also, because relationships are so important to me when I have one, it's not really compatible with my being extremely busy at this younger stage in my life. Or maybe just because I'm young and don't really know what I am looking for, and thus am commitment-phobic.

Love is meant to be failed! Why?Why love is meant to be failed? Have you ever thought about this? May be yes or may be no. OK, what I have thought about this is, why our love fails? Whenever we fall in love we forget everything. Yes everything, even our own self as well. This is the one of the main reasons for life failure. Everything is important in our life. Mother, father, our studies, friends, siblings etc, and we always ignore these things after getting committed. Think about it. There are also others love in our life which never fails. Have you ever heard about our love with parents is failed or love with friends or sibling failed. No, this kind of love never gets failed because we give them their quality of time but while commitment with boy or a girl we start ignoring everything. One more reason of getting love failed is over possessiveness . Why to rule on other's life. Do we like others to rule on us? Now what is this matter that you love whom, you have the right on him o

We keep no secrets from each other. I went looking for one of our old credit cards. He has a few little hidey holes for important stuff, he's like WALL-E, so I went to his bedside table, bottom drawer, where he occasionally keeps old financial stuff. And there it was, just staring at me. I had no idea. Every card I've ever given him, every cutesy love letter, every sappy post-it. Stacked neatly in the back corner. Some in envelopes, some out. Over six inches high. Every card I fretted over, every page of handwritten 3AM hopes and dreams. I'm a writer, so words are important to me and they are the way I express myself when it's difficult to do so verbally. He knows this. People always say it's so nice to see how happy we are. That we're "that couple". I feel it. It's not like we never left the honeymoon phase. We had some issues for a while, most people don't know, but we pushed through and we're both better partners because of it. I never t

She was dancing. My crippled grandmother was dancing. I stood in the living room doorway absolutely stunned. I glanced at the kitchen table and sure enough-right under a small, framed drawing on the wall-was a freshly baked peach pie. I heard her sing when I opened the door but did not want to interrupt the beautiful song by yelling I had arrived, so I just tiptoed to the living room. I looked at how her still-lean body bent beautifully, her arms greeting the sunlight that was pouring through the window. And her legs… Those legs that had stiffly walked, aided with a cane, insensible shoes as long as I could remember. Now she was wearing beautiful dancing shoes and her legs obeyed her perfectly. No limping. No stiffness. Just beautiful, fluid motion. She was the pet of the dancing world. And then she’d had her accident and it was all over. I had read that in an old newspaper clipping. She turned around in a slow pirouette and saw me standing in the doorway. Her song ended, and her beaut

So, is it that we have been thinking in the wrong way all along? Don’t care too much about money, because money can only interfere with your pursuit of happiness. The irony is that people think they will be happy when they have money. In fact, money has nothing to do with happiness. If you are happy and have money, you can use money in exchange for happiness. However, if you are not happy but have money, then your money can only bring you more misfortune, as money is only a neutral force. Please do not get me wrong. I am not against money. I have no objection to anything. But money is just a means. Money will allow you to move forward with your current lifestyle, no matter how good or bad it is. But people still keep chasing money as if money can bring them happiness. Whenever they realize that they can find money at another crossing road of life, they will immediately reverse their lifestyle and change their way of life. But once these people find money, they immediately lose themselv

Despite the cliché title, I truly witnessed a love that brought me to tears when I got home from work last night. I work as a waiter at a hotel. Last night，this elderly(Late 60's/Early 70's), seemingly wealthy couple came into the restaurant and my co-worker seated them. We usually do our own tables, but because we were so busy last night，we helped each other out. At one point，the elderly couple signaled to me that they were ready to order. Once again we were super busy，I usually find it rude when people go out of their way to make their order, but once I took their order I understood why. The husband began ordering and started stuttering to an extent I've never heard before. It was very clear that he had a speech disorder. I could tell the wife had told her husband very extensively what she wanted, as a way for him to practice ordering. It took a while for him to order, and in the meantime, she was sitting there, and she looked so proud, and content, despite her husband

  Huff Post is always a little curious about why some couples split apart and others stick together like glue. But we are especially interested in those couples who met when they were kids. We found a few of these couples, and asked them to share their secrets: Just hang on tight for the ride! Joy (51) and Bob (55) met when she was 17 and he was 20. They have been married for 35 years and have two children, ages 25 and 22. "I think we always are working together — like good teammates! We are there for each other. Bob is in a Barbershop chorus; I tell people that I don't sing but I am the best audience member around. We don't have to do everything alike, and we are always open to trying new things (like the tandem bike we just bought). I could never imagine sharing my love or my life with any other man." 2. Accept that life comes with some funny twists. Alan (62) and Harriett (58) met when she was 15 and he was 19. They have been married for 37 years (together for 43)

When will the moon be clear and bright? With a cup of wine in my hand, I ask the blue sky. I don't know what season it would be in the heavens on this night. I'd like to ride the wind to fly home. Yet I fear the crystal and jade mansions are much too high and cold for me. Dancing with my moon-lit shadow, It does not seem like the human world. The moon rounds the red mansion Stoops to silk-pad doors, Shines upon the sleepless Bearing no grudge, Why does the moon tend to be full when people are apart? People may have sorrow or joy, be near or far apart, The moon may be dim or bright, wax or wane, This has been going on since the beginning of time. May we all be blessed with longevity Though far apart, we are still able to share the beauty of the moon together.

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain.  I would love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, Lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to d

Love by Roy Croft I love you, Not for what you are, But for what I am When I am with you. I love you, Not only for what You have made of yourself, But for whatYou are making of me. I love you For the part of me That you bring out; I love you For putting your hand Into my heaped-up heart And passing over All the foolish, weak things That you can’t help Dimly seeing there, And for drawing out Into the light All the beautiful belongings That no one else had looked Quite far enough to find. I love you because you Are helping me to make Of the lumber of my life Not a tavern But a temple; Out of the works Of my every day Not a reproach But a song. I love you Because you have done More than any creed Could have done To make me good And more than any fate Could have done To make me happy. You have done it Without a touch, Without a word, Without a sign. You have done it By being yourself. Perhaps that is what Being a friend means, After all.

Sonnet 19 Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood; Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,To the wide world and all her fading sweets;But I forbid thee one most heinous crime: O! carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;Him in thy course untainted do allowFor beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the b

I was in college and was sleeping deeply in my dorm room bed after a rough day of classes. Suddenly, I heard the door open and light from the hallway streamed in. My best friend and roommate was standing there unsteadily. His girlfriend had broken up with him earlier that day and he had spent the evening downtown in a bar trying to drown his sorrows with 13 whiskey sours. I got up and helped him to climb up into the bunk bed above me. He didn’t look so good. His face was whiter than normal and he could barely walk. After fending off some idiots on our floor who tried to get him to go back downtown for more drinking I finally got him to lay down. After a minute he said he was going to be sick. I managed to get him to the bathroom down the hall but he couldn’t throw up. I walked him slowly back to bed and got him into the top bunk again. I was just about to drift back off to sleep when I heard it: retching followed by 13 whiskey sours splashing on his sheets. I got him off the bed again,

Sonnet 116 By Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.  Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark\ That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his highth be taken Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed. But t

By Jorges Luis Borges I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon. I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses. I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life. I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal. I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities. I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born. I offer you explanationsof yourself, theori