WHAT A FRIENDS ARE FOR
(PART 2)
If you want to win friends, make
it a point to remember them. If you remember my name, you pay me a subtle
compliment; you indicate that I have made an impression on you. Remember my
name and you add to my feeling of importance
Friends are those rare people who
ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.
Plant a seed of friendship; reap a
bouquet of happiness.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and
of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the
nearest and dearest!
No love, no friendship can cross
the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.
A friend is someone who, upon
seeing another friend in immense pain, Would rather be the one experiencing the
pain, Than to have to watch their friend suffer.
Do not use a hatchet to remove a
fly from your friend's forehead.
A friend to everybody and to
nobody is the same thing.
That's free enterprise, friends:
freedom to gamble, freedom to lose. And the great thing -- the truly democratic
thing about it -- is that you don't even have to be a player to lose.
Our friends don't see our faults,
or conceal them, or soften them.
Every generation revolts against
its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.
It takes a long time to grow an
old friend.
I know all those people. I have
friendly, social, and criminal relations with the whole lot of them.
Call a truce, then, to our labors
-- let us feast with friends and neighbors, and be merry as the custom of our
caste; for if ''faint and forced the laughter,'' and if sadness follow after,
we are richer by one mocking Christmas past.
A friend is a present you give to
yourself.
Given the choice of friendship or
success, I'd probably choose success.
The book is closed, the year is
done, The pages full of tasks begun. A little joy, a little care, Along with
dreams, are written there. This new day brings another year, Renewing hope,
dispelling fear. And we may find before the end, A deep content, another
friend.
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the
breath goes now, and some say no.
There's always something about
your success that displeases even your best friends.
Since there is nothing so well
worth having as friends, never lose a chance to make them.
From quiet homes and first
beginning,
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.
Out to the undiscovered ends,
There's nothing worth the wear of winning,
But laughter and the love of friends.
So you wish to conquer in the
Olympic games, my friend? And I too, by the Gods, and a fine thing it would be!
But first mark the conditions and the consequences, and then set to work. You
will have to put yourself under discipline; to eat by rule, to avoid cakes and
sweetmeats; to take exercise at the appointed hour whether you like it or no,
in cold and heat; to abstain from cold drinks and from wine at your will; in a
word, to give yourself over to the trainer as to a physician. Then in the
conflict itself you are likely enough to dislocate your wrist or twist your
ankle, to swallow a great deal of dust, or to be severely thrashed, and, after
all these things, to be defeated.
To the query, ''What is a
friend?'' his reply was ''A single soul dwelling in two bodies.''
When we honestly ask ourselves which
person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who,
instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our
pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be
silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an
hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate now knowing, not curing, not
healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who
cares.
In my friend, I find a second
self.
The final test for a novel will be
our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else
which we cannot define.
The only sensible ends of
literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the
gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
Often we have no time for our
friends but all the time in the world for our enemies.
Ambition. An overmastering desire
to be vilified by enemies while living and made ridiculous by friends when
dead.
Friends Are Treasures
How often we find ourselves
turning our backs on our actual friends, that we may go and meet their ideal
cousins.
My mother used to say that there
are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum
security twilight home in Australia.
I can tell you, honest friend,
what to believe: believe life; it teaches better that book or orator.
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