Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?
Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.
There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.
Well, it seems to me that the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.
He must have known I'd want to leave you." "No, he must have known you would always want to come back.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything.
Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.
I think if I've learned anything about friendship, it's to hang in, stay connected, fight for them, and let them fight for you. Don't walk away, don't be distracted, don't be too busy or tired, don't take them for granted. Friends are part of the glue that holds life and faith together. Powerful stuff.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.
You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.
You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.