A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.

A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.

Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another. -.

Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another. -.

In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.

In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips.

Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead. Do not write them on their tombstones, read more

Do not save your loving speeches for your friends till they are dead. Do not write them on their tombstones, speak them rather now instead.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it read more

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.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.

Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.

I will be near you when you cry if just to say I sympathize and when it's more than you read more

I will be near you when you cry if just to say I sympathize and when it's more than you can take, I'll watch the tears fall from your eyes.

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by read more

... 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 Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.