Friendship is the art and craft of making and keeping friends, of nurturing a mutual relationship with another human being. Friends are comrades in the journey of life, providing support, understanding, and fellowship. Below you’ll read what some have thought about the pleasures and challenges of being a friend.
When we are in partnership and have stopped clutching each other’s throats, when we have stopped enslaving each other, we will stand together, hands clasped, and be friends. we will be comrades, we will be brothers, and we will begin the march to the grandest civilization the human race has ever known.
When the light of the sun shines through a prism it is broken into beautiful colours, and when the prism is shattered, still the light remains. So does the life of life shine resplendent in the forms of our friends, and so, when their forms are broken, still their life remains; and in that life we are united with them; for the life of their life is also our life, and we are one with them by ties indissoluble.
The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.
There is little friendship in the world, and least of all between equals.
We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends.
We need not think alike to love alike.
A true friend is the most precious of all possessions and the one we take the least thought about acquiring.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
But for money and the need of it, there would not be half the friendship in the world. It is powerful for good if divinely used. Give it plenty of air, and it is sweet as the hawthorn; shut it up, and it cankers and breeds worms.
My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.
The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend.
Friends are generally of the same sex, for when men and women agree, it is only in the conclusions; their reasons are always different.
Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
Nobody sees a flower — really — it is so small it takes time — we haven’t time — and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
We are each other’s magnitude and bond.
The easiest thing for our friends to discover in us, and the hardest thing for us to discover in ourselves, is that we are growing old.
Even after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
‘You owe me.’
Look what happens with
A love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.
Friendships are discovered rather than made.
I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.
Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh, be swift to love, make haste to be kind.
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 not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle 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 not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
How often we find ourselves turning our backs on our actual friends, that we might go and meet their ideal cousins.
The most I can do for my friend is simply to be his friend. I have no wealth to bestow on him. If he knows that I am happy in loving him, he will want no other reward. Is not friendship divine in this?
Be true to your work, your word, and your friend.