A beautiful thought:
A little girl and her father were crossing a flimsy bridge. The father was kind of scared, so he asked his little daughter, “Honey, please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.
“The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.” “What’s the difference?” asked the puzzled father.
“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl. “If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”
Moral of the story:
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.
The fragrance of the rose, remains on the hand that gives it.
When You accept the rose, you must also accept the thorns.