Quotes
Quotes about Friends
May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve lose a feather.
Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.
Truth springs from argument amongst friends. -David Hume.
There is no more sure tie between friends than when they are united in their objects and wishes. [Lat., Neque est ullum certius amicitiae vinculum, quam consensus et societas consiliorum et voluntatum.,]
Unix is the answer, but only if you phrase the question very carefully. Unix is user-friendly. It's just very selective about who its friends are. Unix: It's not just 'User-Unfriendly', it's 'Proactively User-Hostile' !
True friendship is a plant of slow grow, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
The longer we live the more we think and the higher the value we put on friendship and tenderness towards parents and friends.
Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.
I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any suckling dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.
That name was a power to rally a nation in the hour of thick-thronging public disasters and calamities; that name shone amid the storm of war, a beacon light to cheer and guide the country's friends; it flamed too like a meteor to repel her foes.
With true friends . . . even water drunk together is sweet enough.
I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.
From wine what sudden friendship springs?
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage-bond divine?
Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three dozen. 'Tis fine to see them scattering refusals And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin (Friends of the party) who begin accusals, Such as--"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have chosen Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I pray, Look yes least night, and yet say No to-day?"
And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.
The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies. [Ger., Der Freunde Eifer ist's, der mich Zu Grunde richtet, nicht der Hass der Feinde.]
