Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure.
Now with my friend I desire not to share or participate, but to engross his sorrows, that, by making them mine own, I may more easily discuss them; for in mine own reason, and within myself, I can command that which I cannot entreat without myself, and within the circle of another.
Let my hand, This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend; Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile!
... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancyâthat it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
It is well, when judging a friend, to remember that he is judging you with the same godlike and superior impartiality.
To act the part of a true friend requires more conscientious feeling than to fill with credit and complacency any other station or capacity in social life.
Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.
Friendship is genuine when two friends can enjoy each others company without speaking a word to one another.
A friend is someone you can be alone with and have nothing to do and not be able to think of anything to say and be comfortable in the silence.
Friendship should be a private pleasure, not a public boast. I loathe those braggarts who are forever trying to invest themselves with importance by calling important people by their first names in or out of print. Such first-naming for effect makes me cringe.
The real test of friendship is: can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?
Thank You Friend I never came to you, my friend, and went away without some new enrichment of the heart; More faith and less of doubt, more courage in the days ahead. And often in great need coming to you, I went away comforted indeed. How can I find the shining word, the glowing phrase that tells all that your love has meant to me, all that your friendship spells? There is no word, no phrase for you on whom I so depend. All I can say to you is this, God bless you precious friend.
Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
The friendships of the world are oft Confederacies in vice, or leagues of pleasure; Ours has severest virtue for its basis, And such a friendship ends not but with life.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Oh, how you wrong our friendship, valiant youth. With friends there is not such a word as debt: Where amity is ty'd with band of truth, All benefits are there in common set.
What a delight it is to make friends with someone you have despised!
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
Friendships begin with liking or gratitude â roots that can be pulled up.
Friendship demands the ability to do without it.
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which strengthens with the setting sun of life.