Friends are treasures.

Friends are treasures.

Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy. read more

Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy. On the contrary, in friendship union is more about ideal things: and in that sense it is more ideal and less subject to trouble than marriage is.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.

When it hurts to look back,m and you're too scared to look ahead, just look beside you and your best read more

When it hurts to look back,m and you're too scared to look ahead, just look beside you and your best friend will be there.

Good friends are like stars...you don't always see them, but you know they're always there.

Good friends are like stars...you don't always see them, but you know they're always there.

A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and read more

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.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.

... 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.