“You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love
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A young monk fell in love with a girl and Buddha asked him, “How much do you love her?” The young monk replied, “I would turn into a stone bridge and endure 500 years of wind, and endure 500 years of sunlight and 500 years of rain, and all I
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“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”
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“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.”