I think that real friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds.

Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted. ~The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

So will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon.

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.