My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a read more

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it read more

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean 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 despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have read more

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and sings it back to you when you have forgotten how it goes.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable everyday to the same human being.

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable everyday to the same human being.

Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.

Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.

Thank You Friend I never came to you, my friend, and went away without some new enrichment of the heart; read more

Thank You Friend I never came to you, my friend, and went away without some new enrichment of the heart; More faith and less of doubt, more courage in the days ahead. And often in great need coming to you, I went away comforted indeed. How can I find the shining word, the glowing phrase that tells all that your love has meant to me, all that your friendship spells? There is no word, no phrase for you on whom I so depend. All I can say to you is this, God bless you precious friend.

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by read more

... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part read more

Some birds aren't meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, does rejoice. I guess I just miss my friend.