True friends are always near, the Goddess said. Beneath the eyelids on a stormy night, around the bend in a wicked dream, hearkening to the future by the chimes of their companion’s call.
Being in love changes a person…a modest touch changes one’s mind, a lone thought one’s reasoning, but a kiss my friend, well that changes one’s existences.
...every "Good Bye" said by a true friend, shall always be followed by "Hello" and every happy end shall always be a beginning of something New and Wonderful!
I’m forced to shower in the closet, because my friend is wearing all my clothes, and he’s in the bathtub at the moment. Ah, but that’s life, no?
The gods hate those who plan badly, and help those with good friends, good swords, and good sense.
This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.
Good men are remembered for their friends. Great men are remembered for their enemies. The greatest men are those who turn their enemies into friends.
The true friend . . . knows that you need him in that very moment –not tomorrow, not next week. By next week you may happy, or you may be dead.
I don't give a crap if you're a Tangent or a really smart llama. You're my friend and that's all that matters
The curve of my waist in a tight fitting summer dress can really make me new friends.
(About sweeping).... What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends.
Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.
People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?
If I am attempting to describe him, it is in order not to forget him. It is sad to forget a friend. Not every one has had a friend.
When you loathe yourself, a true friend will respect your honesty. And if you’ve been fortunate in life, he will probably share your opinion.
My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.
Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.
Because with true friends, no one is keeping score. But it still feels good to repay them – even in the tiniest increments.
Just as the hand rushes involuntarily to protect one's honor in case of accidental state of undress, so does a friend come to his friend's aid without being asked
The head has no answers, and the heart has no questions, Jack would say." Quoting his teacher and good friend Jack Kakakaway
