#friendship

And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#friendship

When we become acquainted with any person on a human level, even a great enemy, we begin to see that no person is really so different from ourselves. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#equality #friendship #equality

They stood in the courtyard of Swangard Palace, too cold to be comfortable despite the sun, and they looked fully on one another, knowing that they were friends, and would always be. A lot of water under this bridge too, Mark thought, with something like awe. He was growing older. Old enough to feel the current of what had been flowing under him, leading to his future. Old enough to look back over his shoulder, and see his past behind him, and grieve for what was gone, and honour its memory. He felt, suddenly, how much it would hurt him if Val died; felt an echo of that pain, knowing that the Valerian he had known, fluffy and peering and hapless and altogether wonderful: this Valerian was already dying. Not physically, of course, but the man he remembered from that first night in Swangard Palace would be gone the next time they met, though his ghost would linger on in Val forever, and in their memories. Three cheers for ghosts, Mark thought. Three cheers for the dead. Of course Val would be much the same: better, even. As full of wonder and delight, with big pockets full of puzzles and fascinating stories about the lives of ants and ingenious designs for windmills that would do your washing. And they would still be friends, excellent friends. It could even be better next time. But it would never be the same. ↗

— Sean Stewart

#friendship #age

The women ranged in age, but they were all old enough to know that in the currency of friendship, empathy is more valuable than accuracy. ↗

— Erica Bauermeister

#empathy #friendship #women #age

The entire partying lifestyle was superficial in my experience, and most of my friendships were as deep as a shot glass and as short-lived as a pack of cigarettes. ↗

— Kate Madison

#friendship #lifestyle #memoir #partying #shot-glass

A friend's loyalty lasts longer than their memory. Over the course of a long friendship, you might fight with your friend, even get angry with them. But a true friend will forget that anger after a while, because their loyalty to their friend outweighs the memory of the disagreement. ↗

— Matthew Reilly

#anger

Mind your business" had been the motto of her childhood. But now that seemed like a failing in a friend. ↗

— Anita Diamant

#friend #friendship #minding-his-own-busines #business

We sometimes choose the most locked up, dark versions of the story, but what a good friend does is turn on the lights, open the window, and remind us that there are a whole lot of ways to tell the same story. ↗

— Shauna Niequist

#friendships #life #perspective #story #change

Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #change

It's sometimes easier to help others rather than helping yourself. The trick is to listen to your "self" as a friend. This may be the simplest change you ever make in life, with the biggest impact. ↗

— Lorii Myers

#life-lessons #retrospect #change