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Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that read more
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond; reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.
The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond; reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, read more
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. -George Eliot.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.
My father was an eminent button-maker at Birmingham, . . . but I
had a soul above buttons.
My father was an eminent button-maker at Birmingham, . . . but I
had a soul above buttons.
Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.
Friendships, like marriages, are dependent on avoiding the unforgivable.
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want read more
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]
