... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

Today the grass listens when I speak of love. It seems to me that this word isn't honest even with itself.

Every good marriage must be a friendship between two people who are willing to sacrifice for the other person.

The only relationships that exist are based on truth. Everything else is just a mutual and isolating delusion.

How could you carry the inside of a person with you and not call them a friend, no matter what the rules said?

No one is much pleased with a companion who does not increase, in some respect, their fondness for themselves.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

Friends are only friends when the fights don't matter because you understand each other better in the end.

Silence make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying, but the never needing to say that counts.

It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

Thank goodness, we can choose our friends. We have to take our relatives as they are, and be thankful…

The greatest compliment that was ever paid me was when one asked me what I thought, and attended to my answer.

A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.

There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.

I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.