Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
Oprah Winfrey
The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
Henry David Thoreau
There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship.
Thomas Aquinas
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Joseph Roux
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means 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.
Henri Nouwen
Friends are born, not made.
Henry B. Adams
Oprah Winfrey
The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
Henry David Thoreau
There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship.
Thomas Aquinas
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
Joseph Roux
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means 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.
Henri Nouwen
Friends are born, not made.
Henry B. Adams
It takes a long time to grow an old friend.
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Albert Camus
Albert Camus
I wanted to share some profound insight on friendship. I have pondered it for days while thinking about the above photograph that was shot this past weekend on a camping trip with some family friends. The picture is of my youngest son, Samuel (on the right) and his best 'bud' Jacob (on the left). Their's is a friendship that was formed in pre-school and a bond that has not been shaken by distance or time away from each other. Yes, they are only 7 and 8, respectively. But when I look at this photo, I wonder, "What is it that makes a friendship"? What is the 'tie that binds'? I'm afraid that I have no profound insight, but I have made and held onto some amazing friendships over the years. And to you, my friends, I say, "Thank you. Thank you for always being there."
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 not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.
Henri Nouwen
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