#friends

To be friends is a beautiful thing, Tessa, and I do not scorn it, but I have hoped for a long time now that we might be more than friends. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#lovers #beauty

It's much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anybody. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#endings #friendship #growing-up #life #change

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. ↗

— William Penn

#deathly-hallows #friendship #death

It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#business #easy #enemy #enough #friendly

The thing is, that when you're young, you always think you'll meet all sorts of wonderful people, that drifting apart and losing friends is natural. You don't worry, at first, about the friends you leave behind. But as you get older, it gets harder to build friendships. Too many defenses, too little opportunity. You get busy. And by the time you realize that you've lost the dearest best friend you've ever had, years have gone by and you're mature enough to be embarrassed by your attitude and, frankly, by your arrogance. ↗

— Kate Jacobs

#attitude

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that. ↗

— Ally Condie

#friendship #growing-up #change

Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#friendships #relationships #change

Be slow in choosing a friend, slower in changing. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#changing #choosing #friend #slow #slower

The Amoeba?" she asked Aiden. "The gang," he said, tossing his hand to indicate all around. "My people. A large amorphous mass that keeps on changing size, hasn't much apparent use, sometimes makes you sick, and occasionally breaks off into smaller parts that act exactly like the parent. ↗

— Annette Curtis Klause

#change

Well, you know, there are limits to the sacred claims of friendship. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

#friendship