'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.

'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,
And in their deaths had not divided been.

True friends stab you in the front.

True friends stab you in the front.

A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are read more

A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked

Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the read more

Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.
[Lat., Amicus est tanquam alter idem.]

A friend is, as it were, a second self.
[Lat., Amicus est tanquam alter idem.]

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.

Plunderous is the palate I gift to you, openly I hug the universe of our friendship expanding its outer limit.

A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is
a friend that sticketh closer than a read more

A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is
a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, read more

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.