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.
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.
True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.
It is not the gift, but the thought that counts.
It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend his faults. So to love a man that you cannot bear to see a stain upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words, that is friendship.
You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.
Remember, no man is a failure who has friends.
In the spiritual life nowhere do our ideals meet the actual more truly than in how we relate to each other, in how we make, sustain and are friends.
Much of the vitality in a friendship lies in the honoring of differences, not simply in the enjoyment of similarities.
Friendship is the finest balm for the pangs of despised love.
Business, you know, may bring money, but friendship hardly ever does.
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.
Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are the natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted, and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.
In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends.
The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover.
Men build too many walls and not enough bridges.
Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.
I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.
Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.
We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young.
‘Stay’ is a charming word in a friend’s vocabulary.
Consult your friend on all things, especially on those which respect yourself. His counsel may then be useful where your own self-love might impair your judgment.
It’s a strange thing how you can spend years with some folks and never know them, yet, with others, you only need a handful of days to know them far beyond years.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
[W]e all need friends with whom we can speak of our deepest concerns, and who do not fear to speak the truth in love to us.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don’t come home at night.
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
The holy passion of friendship is of so sweet and steady and loyal and enduring a nature that it will last through a whole lifetime, if not asked to lend money.
It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.