There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.
The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them
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.
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.
I am always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.
True friends are always together in spirit.
Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?
Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
He must have known I’d want to leave you.” “No, he must have known you would always want to come back.
There is no surer foundation for a beautiful friendship than a mutual taste in literature.
People have forgotten this truth,” the fox said. “But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.
Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.
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.
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.
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