A friend is like an angle, who lifts us off our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly
The world is like a mirror if u face it smiling, it smiles right back.
How long shall we be friends? Do you want a clue? As long as stars twinkle in the sky, till the water runs dry and till the day I die. We will be friends
Among the most disheartening and dangerous of . . . advisors, you will often find those closest to you, your dearest friends, members of your own family, perhaps, loving, anxious, and knowing nothing whatever . . .
