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Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers.  Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body.  To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually.  It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone.  More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, the act of holding hands is often trivialised in its true implications.  As the Beatles once said: ”I want to hold your hand”.

Become the sort of person you would want to meet – because that’s who you have come here to meet. Everyone else is a reminder of yourself: who you want to be - who you don’t want to be - and who you are becoming. Sit with yourself, face yourself, and find out who you are.
– Dr Jeff Mullan

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, 
and the wind longs to play with your hair.
- Kahlil Gibran

Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could. 
- Barbara de Angelis

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. 
- Unknown

Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two. 
- Louis de Bernieres