Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.

Love is friendship with erotic moments.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

Love is like energy. It can never be created nor destroyed...it is just always there. You just have to realize that fact and you have to learn that as soon as you stopped loving him in the way you did that love left to somewhere else. Now all you have to do is find out where that love went. That love went to whoever the next person in your life will be. That next person could be one of your friends or someone you might dislike, you just have to find that out.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Love is only chatter, friends are all that matter.

Love is rarer than genius itself. And Friendship is rarer than love.

Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God, who gives and asks no payment.

Love your enemies just in case your Friends turn out to be a bunch of bastards.

Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.

Lovers have a right to betray you... friends don't.

Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be Friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

I’m treating you as a friend asking you to share my present minuses in the hope that I can ask you to share my future pluses

Make friends before you need them

Make new friends but keep the old ones; one is silver and the other's gold.

Man strives for glory, honor, fame, so that all the world may know his name. Amasses wealth by brain and hand. Becomes a power in the land. But when he nears the end of life and looks back over the years of strife. He finds that happiness depends on none of these but love of friends.