#friends

A faithful friend is a sturdy shelter: he that has found one has found a treasure." (Sirach 6:14) ↗

— Philip D. Halfacre

#faith

The brother is a burden to the Christian, precisely because he is a Christian. For the pagan the other person never becomes a burden at all. He simply sidesteps every burden that others may impose upon him. ↗

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#spiritual-friendship #the-church #faith

There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up. ↗

— John Holmes

#compassion #friendship #generosity #helping-others #friendship

Freunde ergänzen einander, ergänzen heißt ganz machen, um das nötig zu haben, muß man beschädigt sein, aber wenn man es nötig hat, so kann man auch niemand brauchen, der auf dieselbe Art beschädigt ist, sondern jemand, der andere Schäden aufweist. Die Freunde füllen die Lücken, komplementär, sie holen auf, was einem fehlt, sie tun, was man versäumt hat, Verwandte tun das nicht, oder wenn, dann nur zufällig. ↗

— Ruth Klüger

#art

Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances. ↗

— R.K. Narayan

#illusion #love #art

I don’t feel very much like Pooh today," said Pooh. "There there," said Piglet. "I’ll bring you tea and honey until you do. ↗

— A.A. Milne

#friendship

But what are loyalty and caring really worth?" "To me? Everything. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#caring #friendship #inspirational-attitude #life #loving-others

A positive attitude from you tends to produce a positive attitude toward you. ↗

— Deborah Day

#attitude-toward-life #friendship #loving-others #attitude

Love your enemies and hate your friends, your enemies remain the same your friends always change ↗

— 50 Cent

#friends #trust #change

She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake. She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back. Sleepy air seemed to have followed her. The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#friendship #german #jewish #sleep #the-book-thief