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.
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Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.
Friendship is the only thing in the world concerning the usefulness of which all mankind are agreed.
Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.
Cherish the friend who tells you a harsh truth, wanting ten times more to tell you a loving lie.
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Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy.
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We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of eachother everywhere.
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.
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... 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.
A friend is, as it were, a second self.
A friend is, as it were, a second self.
