Friendship needs no words - it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Friendship Never explain -- your friends do not need it, and your enemies will not believe it anyway. A real friend never gets in your way, unless you happen to be on the way down. A friend is someone you can do nothing with and enjoy it. However much we guard ourselves against it, we tend to shape ourselves in the image others have of us. It is not so much the example of others we imitate, as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words.

Friendship often ends in love but love in friendship--never.

Friendship redoubleth joys, and cutteth griefs in half.

George Allen

Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnrable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

Here am I: at one stroke incestuous, adulteress, sodomite, and all that in a girl who only lost her maidenhead today! What progress, my Friends... with what rapidity I advance along the thorny road of vice!

If your friend is already dead, and being eaten by vultures, I think it's okay to feed some bits of your friend to one of the vultures, to teach him to do some tricks. But only if you're serious about adopting the vulture.

In an attempt to amuse my friends and family, I would do impressions of Dean Martin, singing Everybody Loves Somebody. I secretly really enjoyed singing the song

Love is a blazing, crackling, green-wood flame, as much smoke as flame; friendship, married friendship particularly, is a steady, intense, comfortable fire. Love, in courtship, is friendship in hope; in matrimony, friendship upon proof.

Love is a friendship caught on fire.

Love is a friendship set to music.

Love is a passion that hath friends in the garrison.

Love is an alliance of Friendship and animalism; if the former predominates it is passion exalted and refined; if the latter, gross and sensual.

Memories last forever, never do they die, Friends stick together and never really say Goodbye.

My friend, why have you drifted so far away? All motion is relative, maybe it is you who have moved away by standing still.

Marriage, for a woman at least, hampers the two things that made life to me glorious -- Friendship and learning.

Marriage: A friendship recognized by the police.

May God defend me from my Friends; I can defend myself from my enemies.

May God preserve me from the love of a friend who will never dare to rebuke me.

May good luck be your friend in whatever you do and may trouble be always a stranger to you.