My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness.
A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.
Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
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.
Save in the office and affairs of love.
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.” ― How Many, How Much by Shel Silverstein “Tell the truth, or someone will tell it for you.
I call upon my God to judge me, he knows that I love my friends and above all others my wife and children, the, oppinion of the world to contrary notwithstanding.
I LOVE my friends neither with my heart nor with my mind. Just in case... HEART might stop. MIND can forget. I Love them with my Soul. SOUL never stops or forgets.
I love my friends very much, but I find that it is of no use to go to see them. I hate them commonly when I am near them. They belie themselves and deny me continually.
It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.
Friends and good manners will carry you where money won't go.
Is anyone saying same-sex couples can't love each other? I love my children. I love my friends, my brother. Heck, I even love my mother-in-law. Should we call these relationships marriage, too?
I love my friends and family, but I also love it when they can't find me and I can spend all day reading or walking all alone, in silence, eight thousand miles away from everyone. All alone and unreachable in a foreign country is one my most favorite possible things to be.
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