Friendship is one mind in two bodies. Unknown Friends are the siblings, God never gave us. -Mencius.

Friendship is one mind in two bodies. Unknown Friends are the siblings, God never gave us. -Mencius.

In my friend, I find a second self.

In my friend, I find a second self.

A friend should be one in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value read more

A friend should be one in whose understanding and virtue we can equally confide, and whose opinion we can value at once for its justness and its sincerity.

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing. read more

I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing. Thanks to Maria Marquis -Katherine Mansfield.

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let read more

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet
never really meet; and two others at read more

Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet
never really meet; and two others at first speech are old
friends.

Love and esteem are the first principles of friendship; it is always imperfect if either of these two are wanting.

Love and esteem are the first principles of friendship; it is always imperfect if either of these two are wanting.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, read more

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. -George Eliot.