Love opens the door of ancient recognition. You enter. You come home to each other at last. As Euripides said, ‘Two friends, one soul.‘
Well, you can’t make old friends.
When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.
I watched him go, looking old and tired, and wondered for a minute what on earth we were doing up here. We weren’t boys anymore.
She recognised that that is how friendships begin: one person reveals a moment of strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not exploit it.
You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.
There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
His friendship alone has strengthened me in a way that no one else’s ever has. He swept me from my room and showed me independence. In other words, he was exactly what I needed. I won’t forget it. And I certainly don’t want to lose it.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.
It is love and friendship, the sanctity and celebration of our relationships, that not only support a good life, but create one. Through friendships, we spark and inspire one another’s ambitions.
There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.