Friendship
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.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it’s only by this meeting that a new world is born.
True friends are those who really know you but love you anyway.
Friendship has no civil, and few emotional, rights in our society.
Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship.
I suppose there is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul.
Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.
My friends are my estate.
[Friendships] are easy to get out of compared to love affairs, but they are not easy to get out of compared to, say, jail.
Funny, you don’t look like a friend – ah, but they never do.
What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.
I always feel that the great high privilege, relief and comfort for friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
Female friendships that work are relationships in which women help each other to belong to themselves.
In meeting again after a separation, acquaintances ask after our outward life, friends after our inner life.
True friendship is never tranquil.
It’s the ones you can call up at 4:00 a.m. that matter.
There are people whom one loves immediately and forever. Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.
Relations are errors that Nature makes. / Your spouse you can put up on the shelf. / But your friends, dear friends, are the quaint mistakes / You always commit, yourself.
Prosperity provideth, but adversity proveth friends.
A friend is one who withholds judgment no matter how long you have his unanswered letter.
A friend in need is a friend indeed.
