Area Bits & Pieces

December 6, 2013 chris
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The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.

Probably no man ever had a friend that he did not dislike a little. 

I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

The best rule of friendship is to keep your heart a little softer than your head.

If it’s very painful for you to criticize your friends—you’re safe in doing it. But if you take the slightest pleasure in it, that’s the time to hold your tongue.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive.

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.

Mighty proud I am that I am able to have a spare bed for my friends.

A man’s growth is seen in the successive choirs of his friends.

I lay it down as a fact that if all men knew what others say of them, there would not be four friends in the world.

If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort.

Say what you want about aging, it’s still the only way to have old friends.

Since there is nothing so well worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.

The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.

Friendship is one mind in two bodies.

Friends are like walls. Sometimes you lean on them and sometimes it’s good just knowing they are there.