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Friendship is a sheltering tree.
by Samuel Coleridge
A true friend stabs you in the front.
by Oscar Wilde
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy-for friendship's sake.
by William Blake
Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.
by Khalil Gibran
Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.
by W. H. Auden
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
by Robert Southey
Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.
by Henry David Thoreau
The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
by Henry David Thoreau
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
by C. S. Lewis
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
by C. S. Lewis
Friendship is Love without his wings!
by Lord Byron
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
by Anais Nin
Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.
by Jean de La Fontaine
Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!
by George Eliot
Life is so short, and friendship so precious!
by Julia Ward Howe
Friends are not made, but recognized.
by Carl Rakosi
Friendship is a very taxing and arduous form of leisure activity.
by Mortimer Adler
Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
by Muhammad Ali
Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
by Saint Thomas Aquinas
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
by Jane Austen
Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.
by Augustine Birrell
Friendship is one of the most tangible things in a world which offers fewer and fewer supports.
by Kenneth Branagh
Friendship is a strong and habitual inclination in two persons to promote the good and happiness of one another.
by Eustace Budgell
Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.
by Samuel Butler
Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.
by Truman Capote
When you ask God for a gift
by Helen Steiner Rice
When you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful if he sends,
Not diamonds, pearls, or riches,
but the love of real true friends.
Among life's precious jewels
by Unknown Author
Among life's precious jewels,
Genuine and rare,
The one that we call friendship
Has worth beyond compare.
The End of a Perfect Day
by Carrie Jacobs Bond Song
When you come to the end of a perfect day,
And you sit alone with your thoughts,
While the chimes ring out with a carol gay
For the joy that the day has brought,
Do you think what the end of a perfect day
Can mean to a tired heart,
When the sun goes down with a flaming ray,
And the dear friends have to part?
Well, this is the end of a perfect day,
Near the end of a journey, too;
But it leaves a thought that is big and strong,
With a wish that is kind and true.
For mem’ry has painted this perfect day
With colours that never fade,
And we find, at the end of a perfect day,
The soul of a friend we’ve made.
by Khalil Gibran
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Love and Friendship
by Emily Bronte
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who wil call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
The Tear by Lord Byron
When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should appear,
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,
But the test of affection's a Tear:
Too oft is a smile
But the hypocrite's wile,
To mask detestation, or fear;
Give me the soft sigh,
Whilst the soultelling eye
Is dimm'd, for a time, with a Tear:
Mild Charity's glow,
To us mortals below,
Shows the soul from barbarity clear;
Compassion will melt,
Where this virtue is felt,
And its dew is diffused in a Tear:
The man, doom'd to sail
With the blast of the gale,
Through billows Atlantic to steer,
As he bends o'er the wave
Which may soon be his grave,
The green sparkles bright with a Tear;
The Soldier braves death
For a fanciful wreath
In Glory's romantic career;
But he raises the foe
When in battle laid low,
And bathes every wound with a Tear.
If, with high-bounding pride,
He return to his bride!
Renouncing the gore-crimson'd spear;
All his toils are repaid
When, embracing the maid,
From her eyelid he kisses the Tear.
Sweet scene of my youth!
Seat of Friendship and Truth,
Where Love chas'd each fast-fleeting year
Loth to leave thee, I mourn'd,
For a last look I turn'd,
But thy spire was scarce seen through a Tear:
Though my vows I can pour,
To my Mary no more,
My Mary, to Love once so dear,
In the shade of her bow'r,
I remember the hour,
She rewarded those vows with a Tear.
by another possest,
May she live ever blest!
Her name still my heart must revere:
With a sigh I resign,
What I once thought was mine,
And forgive her deceit with a Tear.
Ye friends of my heart,
Ere from you I depart,
This hope to my breast is most near:
If again we shall meet,
In this rural retreat,
May we meet, as we part, with a Tear.
When my soul wings her flight
To the regions of night,
And my corse shall recline on its bier;
As ye pass by the tomb,
Where my ashes consume,
Oh! moisten their dust with a Tear.
My Dead Friend
by TheBlueGentleman - Dedicated to Leo
When the light in your eyes
began to slowly fade,
I cannot tell a lie,
I was afraid.
I didn't want you to leave,
telling you to hold on.
I tried not to believe
that you would be gone.
But I lost my last hope
as you slipped away
and my soul needed to cope
with the loss of my light and day.
My whole life was utterly gray
and my heart was dark.
I didn't know what to say,
I had no inner spark.
But then I saw you
in a vision in my head.
You told me what to do.
You told me not to dread.
"I will always be there
even if I'm dead
to listen and to care."
That's what you said.
Then I became awake
and I asked my mind,
was it real or fake?
the answer, I couldn't find.
Well, whichever it was,
whether false or true,
it didn't matter because
I deep down inside, knew.
I can now happily smile
and not keep it inside
because all the while
I know you'll be by my side.
My soul is at peace
as I sit near the grave of my friend
'cause even if you are deceased
It is not the end
A Friend's Greeting
by Edgar A. Guest
I'd like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;
I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.
I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray from out your skies
and leave them only blue;
I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.
I'd like to give you back the joy
that you have given me,
Yet that were wishing you a need
I hope will never be;
I'd like to make you feel as rich as I,
who travel on
Undaunted in the darkest hours with you to
I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;
And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.