Quote by Andrew M. Greeley

There is an electricity about a friendship relationship. We are both more relaxed and more sensitive, more creative and more reflective, more energetic and more casual, more excited and more serene. It is as though when we come in contact with our friend we enter into a different environment. ANDREW M. GREELEY


There is an electricity about a friendship relationship. We

Summary

This quote highlights the transformative power of a friendship relationship. It suggests that when two friends come together, their connection generates an intangible energy that affects them in various ways. It describes how friendships can bring about a sense of relaxation, heightened sensitivity, enhanced creativity, deeper introspection, increased vitality, and a more easy-going nature. The quote further suggests that the presence of a friend creates a distinct environment, separate from the ordinary world, where excitement coexists with tranquility. Overall, it emphasizes the profound impact that strong friendships can have on individuals' overall well-being and state of being.

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By Andrew M. Greeley
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