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“We all have our strengthens and Waknises. John is a fighter” John straitened. “Jilly is a reporter” Jilly smiled. “Nhiema is a weapon designer” She looked up and smiled, “Mera is a spy” She leaned a hand on her hip. “Madison is a detective” She grabbed her backpack. “Riley is a weapon holder and a fighter” Riley slipped her hands in her pockets. “Aiden is a fighter” He winked. “And if we put all of that together we can do anything!”

“Dua" Yeh jo rahein tumne li hain Hum duago hain yeh sab hamwaar hon Khawab jo tumne sanware the dil mein Woh haqeeqat ki soorat namoodar hon Har qadam par mile tumko kamiyabi Zindagi mein khushi ke hazaron bahar hon Har museebat se tumko bachaye Khuda Saya-e-Rehmat tum pe hamesha barqarar hon Aaney walay dino mein ho roshan safar Tumhare liye khushi ke ambaar hon Yeh jo ilm ka khazana tumne paya hai Iski roshni tumhare gird hisaar ho Tum jahan bhi jao, roshni ho har qadam Andheron se tumhara koi wasita na ho Mohabbat ki khushboo tumhare sang chale Har dil mein tumhare liye pyar ho Gham ke saaye kabhi tum par na aayein Tumhari zindagi hamesha khushgawar ho Humari duaein hain, har pal tumhare saath Tumhari har dua bhi qubool o aashkaar ho”

“More often than not, broken bonds are due to falling out of frequency with one another. When you cannot explain why you no longer talk or why things don’t feel the way they used to, it is because the frequency you are vibrating at no longer aligns with the frequency of that friendship. You are no longer a match for each other because your growth has taken you down a different path.”

“Thank you for writing so often. By doing so you give me a glimpse of yourself in the only way you can. I never get a letter from you without instantly feeling we’re together. If pictures of absent friends are a source of pleasure to us, refreshing the memory and relieving the sense of void with a solace however insubstantial and unreal, how much more so are letters, which carry marks and signs of an absent friend that are real. For the handwriting of a friend affords us what is so delightful about seeing him again, the sense of recognition.”

“But friendship isn't one of life's little luxuries. It's a necessity. To go through the world without the closest of friends is like walking it with a missing leg, with no crutch to be found when you need that support. Friends are the breath left to us when we run out of our own. They're the mirrors we need when we cannot see ourselves clearly. They point out our little flaws and, in times, the larger ones we must tend to. And, of course, they help us out of trouble as much as they help us into it. They are the truest form of reciprocation. You may think me callow for describing friendship in this way. That I demean friendship--make it seem like an exchange. But you are wrong. Friends are the ones willing and most able to give anything--everything when they can. And you do the same. It is never said. But it is the unspoken agreement in friendship. A reciprocation of feelings--actions. Of time. Which, I have learned over the course of my life, is an alternate way of spelling the word "love." People want time given to them--for them. For it's a kind of love the world is in all too short supply of. And for that, they will love you back. That is friendship.”

“Dear Joe, he is always right.” “Well, old chap,” said Joe, “then abide by your words. If he's always right (which in general he's more likely wrong), he's right when he says this:—Supposing ever you kep any little matter to yourself, when you was a little child, you kep it mostly because you know'd as J. Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders, were not fully equal to his inclinations. Theerfore, think no more of it as betwixt two sech, and do not let us pass remarks upon onnecessary subjects. Biddy giv' herself a deal o' trouble with me afore I left (for I am almost awful dull), as I should view it in this light, and, viewing it in this light, as I should ser put it. Both of which,” said Joe, quite charmed with his logical arrangement, “being done, now this to you a true friend, say. Namely. You mustn't go a overdoing on it, but you must have your supper and your wine-and-water, and you must be put betwixt the sheets.” The delicacy with which Joe dismissed this theme, and the sweet tact and kindness with which Biddy—who with her woman's wit had found me out so soon—had prepared him for it, made a deep impression on my mind.”