A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same.
A single rose can be my garden... a single friend can be my world.
Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for these people who rekindle the inner spirit.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of depression or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself.
True friends stab you in the front.
Friendship is not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.
A friend to all is a friend to none.
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.