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.

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.

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me read more

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

... 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.

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.

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.

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.

If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for read more

If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.

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.