Everyone Needs a Friend

For the Secrets
and the Silence

For the Ifs
and the Buts

For the Jokes
and the Tears

For the Autumns
and the Winters

For Life
And all its Colors

Everyone needs a Friend.

Inspiring Friendship Quotes

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
- Euripides

I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friends.
- William Shakespeare

Change your pleasure, but do not change your friends.
- Voltaire, La Depositaire

Adversity is the crucial in which friendship is tested.
- Mahatma Gandhi

Love is only chatter
Friends all that matter
- Gelet Burgess

Best Friendship Poem - A Best Friend

A Best Friend!

A friend that really cares!
All my secrets I can share!
There when I need a hand!
There to understand!

When I cry!
She will be by!
If I am away!
She will call me day by day!
If I need her at all!
She'll be there to stand tall!
Anything I say will be heard!
She will listen word by word!
If I am late!
She will open the gate!

As she looks in my eyes!
The sparkle she realize!
She is the one that cares!
And the one thats there!

That's a best Friend!!

Friends are the Precious Gift from God!!!

Gift From God
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."

I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face.

It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.

We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Darn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.

Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach ... , but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

Each day is a gift from God! Don't forget to say, "Thank you!"

Special Friend Poems - Portrait of a Friend

"Portrait of a Friend"
---Unknown

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears.
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you, and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.

Inspiring Story of Friends - A Friend makes you Fly...!!!

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was raised in a orphanage.

The little boy had always wished that he could fly like a bird. It was very difficult for him to understand why he could not fly. There were birds at the zoo that were much bigger than he, and they could fly.

"Why can't I?" he thought. "Is there something wrong with me?" he wondered.

There was another little boy who was crippled. He had always wished that he could walk and run like other little boys and girls.

"Why can't I be like them?" he thought.

One day the little orphan boy who had wanted to fly like a bird ran away from the orphanage. He came upon a park where he saw the little boy who could not walk or run playing in the sandbox.

He ran over to the little boy and asked him if he had ever wanted to fly like a bird.

"No," said the little boy who could not walk or run. "But I have wondered what it would be like to walk and run like other boys and girls."

"That is very sad." said the little boy who wanted to fly. "Do you think we could be friends?" he said to the little boy in the sandbox.

"Sure." said the little boy.

The two little boys played for hours. They made sand castles and made really funny sounds with their mouths. Sounds which made them laugh real hard. Then the little boy's father came with a wheelchair to pick up his son. The little boy who had always wanted to fly ran over to the boy's father and whispered something into his ear.

"That would be OK," said the man.

The little boy who had always wanted to fly like a bird ran over to his new friend and said, "You are my only friend and I wish that there was something that I could do to make you walk and run like other little boys and girls. But I can't. But there is something that I can do for you."

The little orphan boy turned around and told his new friend to slide up onto his back. He then began to run across the grass. Faster and faster he ran, carrying the little crippled boy on his back. Faster and harder he ran across the park. Harder and harder he made his legs travel. Soon the wind just whistled across the two little boys' faces.

The little boy's father began to cry as he watched his beautiful little crippled son flapping his arms up and down in the wind, all the while yelling at the top of his voice,

"I'M FLYING, DADDY. I'M FLYING!"

Friends are Angels

You Are an Angel to Me
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

In my whole life,
There is no one else like you.
Someone who changed my life,
Just by being you.
You are an angel to me.

The music of your laughter
Still lightens my inner ear.
You showed me you believe,
That there really is good here.
You are an angel for me.

You showed me that you care,
When I was really down,
You never turned away,
Nor showed me a saddened frown.
You are an angel beside me.

Even when you are sad and blue,
And life is hard on you,
You spare me one more smile,
Just like God's loving child.
You are God's angel to me.

You have done so much for me,
And given me your time.
I have a gift for you,
With this imperfect rhyme.

Thank you my angel friend.

Great Friendhip Poem - My Most Treasured Friend

You
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

You make me smile
You make me cry
You make my life worth living
You give me strength
You give me hope
You stop my crumbling world
With the sound of your voice
You give me faith
You give me joy
You brighten my darkened world
With the light in your eyes
I am forever grateful to you
Thank you for being
My most treasured friend.

Very Touching Story - Friends Are Like Angels

It was the night before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself: 'It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go...'

'Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it...'

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if the kids really play with such expensive toys. While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who this doll was for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: 'Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'

The old lady replied: 'You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'

Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who he wanted to give this doll to.

'It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.'

His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister'

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket'

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me: 'I also want mommy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me.' I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my sister. Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy. 'What if we checked again, just in case you have enough money?' 'Ok' he said. 'I hope that I have enough.'I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money.

The little boy said: Thank you God for giving me enough money' Then he looked at me and added: 'I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose.' 'You know, my mommy loves white roses'

A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to come out of the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make a last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever.

The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunken driver had taken all this away from him.

FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, WHO HELP US FLY WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO FLY.

Friends are the Gift......God Sends Our Way

~ FRIENDS ~

As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.

These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.

Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.

This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.

- Author Lisa Pelzer Vetter

They Don't Meet but They Were Best Friends...Read Story...Good One

A Friend on the Line
By Jennings Michael Burch

Even before I finished dialing, I somehow
knew I'd made a mistake. The phone rang once,
twice - then someone picked it up.

"You got the wrong number!" a husky male voice
snapped before the line went dead. Mystified,
I dialed again.

"I said you got the wrong number!" came the voice.
Once more the phone clicked in my ear.

How could he possibly know I had a wrong number?
At that time, I worked for the New York City
Police Department. A cop is trained to be curious
- and concerned. So I dialed a third time.

"Hey, c'mon," the man said. "Is this you again?"
"Yeah, it's me," I answered. "I was wondering
how you knew I had the wrong number before
I even said anything."

"You figure it out!" The phone slammed down.
I sat there awhile, the receiver hanging
loosely in my fingers. I called the man back.

"Did you figure it out yet?" he asked.
"The only thing I can think of is...
nobody ever calls you."
"You got it!" The phone went dead for the
fourth time. Chuckling, I dialed the man back.
"What do you want now?" he asked.
"I thought I'd call...just to say hello."
"Hello? Why?"
"Well, if nobody ever calls you, I thought
maybe I should."
"Okay. Hello. Who is this?"
At last I had gotten through. Now he was
curious. I told him who I was
and asked who he was.

"My name's Adolf Meth. I'm 88 years old,
and I haven't had this many wrong numbers
in one day in 20 years!" We both laughed.

We talked for 10 minutes. Adolf had no family,
no friends. Everyone he had been close to had died.
Then we discovered we had something in common: he'd
worked for the New York City Police Department for
nearly 40 years. Telling me about his days there as
an elevator operator, he seemed interesting, even
friendly. I asked if I could call him again.

"Why would you wanta do that?" he asked, surprised.
"Well, maybe we could be phone friends. You know,
like pen pals." He hesitated. "I wouldn't mind...having
a friend again." His voice sounded a little tentative.

I called Adolf the following afternoon and several days
after that. Easy to talk with, he related his memories
of World Wars I and II, the Hindenburg disaster and other
historic events. He was fascinating. I gave him my home and
office numbers so he could call me. He did - almost every day.
I was not just being kind to a lonely old man. Talking with
Adolf was important to me, because I, too, had a big gap in
my life. Raised in orphanages and foster homes, I never had
a father. Gradually, Adolf took on a kind of fatherly importance
to me. I talked about my job and college courses, which I
attended at night.

Adolf warmed to the role of counselor. While discussing a
disagreement I'd had with a supervisor, I told my new friend,
"I think I ought to have it out with him."
"What's the rush?" Adolf cautioned. "Let things cool down.
When you get as old as I am, you find out that time takes care
of a lot. If things get worse, then you can talk to him."
There was a long silence. "You know," he said softly, "I'm
talking to you just the way I'd talk to a boy of my own. I always
wanted a family - and children. You're too young to know how that
feels." No, I wasn't. I'd always wanted a family - and a father.
But I didn't say anything, afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back
the hurt I'd felt for so long.

One evening Adolf mentioned his 89th birthday was coming up.
After buying a piece of fiberboard, I designed a 2' x 5'
greeting card with a cake and 89 candles on it. I asked all
the cops in my office and even the police commissioner to sign it.
I gathered nearly a hundred signatures. Adolf would get a kick
out of this, I knew.

We'd been talking on the phone for four months now, and I thought
this would be a good time to meet face to face. So I decided to
deliver the card by hand.

I didn't tell Adolf I was coming; I just drove to his address one morning
and parked the car up the street from his apartment house. A postman
was sorting mail in the hallway when I entered the building. He nodded
as I checked the mailboxes for Adolf's name. There it was.
Apartment 1H, some 20 feet from where I stood.

My heart pounded with excitement. Would we have the same
chemistry in person that we had on the phone? I felt the first stab of doubt.
Maybe he would reject me the way my father rejected me when he went
out of my life. I tapped on Adolf's door. When there was no answer, I knocked
harder. The postman looked up from his sorting. "No one's there," he said.
"Yeah," I said, feeling a little foolish. "If he answers his door the way he answers
his phone, this may take all day."

"You a relative or something?"
"No. Just a friend."
"I'm really sorry," he said quietly, "but Mr. Meth died day before
yesterday."

Died? Adolf? For a moment, I couldn't answer. I stood there in shock
and disbelief. Then, pulling myself together, I thanked the postman
and stepped into the late-morning sun. I walked toward the car,
misty-eyed.

Then, rounding a corner, I saw a church, and a line from the Old
Testament leaped to mind: A friend loveth at all times. And
especially in death, I realized. This brought a moment of recognition.
Often it takes some sudden and sad turn of events to awaken us to
the beauty of a special presence in our lives. Now, for the first time,
I sensed how very close Adolf and I had become.

It had been easy, and I knew this would make it even easier the
next time, with my next close friend.

Slowly, I felt a warmth surging through me. I heard Adolf's growly
voice shouting, "Wrong number!" Then I heard him asking why
I wanted to call again. "Because you mattered, Adolf," I said aloud
to no one. "Because I was your friend."

I placed the unopened birthday card on the back seat of my car and got
behind the wheel. Before starting the engine, I looked over my shoulder.
"Adolf," I whispered, "I didn't get the wrong number at all. I got you."

That's What Friends Do....

Jack* tossed the papers on my desk -- his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He jabbed a finger at the proposal. "Next time you want to change anything, ask me first," he said, turning on his heels and leaving me stewing in anger.

How dare he treat me like that, I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar -- something I thought I was paid to do.

It's not that I hadn't been warned. The other women, who had served in my place before me, called him names I couldn't repeat. One co-worker took me aside the first day. "He's personally responsible for two different secretaries leaving the firm," she whispered.

As the weeks went by, I grew to despise Jack. It was against everything I believed in -- turn the other cheek and love your enemies. But Jack quickly slapped a verbal insult on any cheek turned his way. I prayed about it, but to be honest, I wanted to put him in his place, not love him.

One day, another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to lose my job if needed, but not before I let the man know how I felt. I opened the door and Jack glanced up.

"What?" he said abruptly.

Suddenly I knew what I had to do. After all, he deserved it.

I sat across from him. "Jack, the way you've been treating me is wrong. I've never had anyone speak to me that way. As a professional, it's wrong, and it's wrong for me to allow it to continue," I said. Jack snickered nervously and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. God help me, I prayed.

"I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend," I said. "I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that," I said. "Everybody does." I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.

Jack avoided me the rest of the week. Proposals, specs, and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and the corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left a batch on Jack's desk. Another day I left a note. "Hope your day is going great," it read.

Over the next few weeks, Jack reappeared. He was reserved, but there were no other episodes. Co-workers cornered me in the break room.

"Guess you got to Jack," they said. "You must have told him off good." I shook my head.

"Jack and I are becoming friends," I said in faith. I refused to talk about him. Every time I saw Jack in the hall, I smiled at him. After all, that's what friends do.

One year after our "talk", I discovered I had breast cancer. I was 32, the mother of three beautiful young children, and scared. The cancer had metastasized to my lymph nodes and the statistics were not great for long-term survival. After surgery, I visited with friends and loved ones who tried to find the right words to say. No one knew what to say. Many said the wrong things. Others wept, and I tried to encourage them. I clung to hope.

One day, the door darkened in my small hospital room and Jack stood awkwardly on the threshold. I waved him in with a smile and he walked over to my bed and, without a word, placed a bundle beside me. Inside lay several bulbs.

"Tulips," he said.

I smiled, not understanding.

He cleared his throat. "If you plant them when you get home, they'll come up next spring." He shuffled his feet. "I just wanted you to know that I think you'll be there to see them when they come up."

Tears clouded my eyes and I reached out my hand. "Thank you," I whispered.

Jack grasped my hand and gruffly replied, "You're welcome. You can't see it now, but next spring you'll see the colors I picked out for you." He turned and left without a word.

I have seen those red and white striped tulips push through the soil every spring for over ten years now. In fact, this past September the doctor declared me cured. I've seen my children graduate from high school and enter college. I've celebrated twenty-two years of marriage with my husband.

In a moment when I prayed for just the right word, a man with very few words said all the right things.

After all, that's what friends do.

- T. Suzanne Eller

Poem - Why God Made Friends...!!!

God made the world with a heartful of love,
Then He looked down from Heaven above,
And saw that we all need a helping hand,
Someone to share with, who’ll understand.

He made special people to see us through
The glad times and the sad times, too;
A person on whom we can always depend,
Someone we can call a friend.

God made friends so we’ll carry a part
Of His perfect love in all our hearts

— Jill Wolf

What Is A Friend?

A friend is somebody
Who knows you and likes you
Exactly the way that you are.

Someone who's special
And so close in thought
That no distance can ever seem far.

A friend understands you
Without any words,
Stands by you
When nothing goes right.

And willingly talks
Over problems with you
Till they somehow
Just vanish from sight.

And whether you're neighbors
Or live miles apart,
A word from a friend gives a lift
To your heart and spirit.

That shows you once more
Why friendship is life's dearest gift!

- Author Unknown

Know Your Friend...

A Friend, who...

(A)ccepts you as you are
(B)elieves in "you"
(C)alls you just to say "HI"
(D)oesn't give up on you
(E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts)
(F)orgives your mistakes
(G)ives unconditionally
(H)elps you
(I)nvites you over
(J)ust "be" with you
(K)eeps you close at heart
(L)oves you for who you are
(M)akes a difference in your life
(N)ever Judges
(O)ffer support
(P)icks you up
(Q)uiets your fears
(R)aises your spirits
(S)ays nice things about you
(T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it
(U)nderstands you
(V)alues you
(W)alks beside you
(X)-plains thing you don't understand
(Y)ells when you won't listen and
(Z)aps you back to reality

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

True Friendship Poem

True friendship isn't seen with the eyes, it is felt with the heart.
When there is trust, understanding, loyalty, and sharing.
True friendship is a rare feeling, but when it is found
It has profound impact on our well-being, strength, and character.
True friendship does not need elaborate gifts
Or spectacular events in order to be valuable or valued.
To ensure long-lasting quality and satisfaction,
True friendship only needs a few key ingredients:
Undying loyalty, unmatched understanding, unsurpassed trust,
Deep and soulful secrets, and endless sharing.
These ingredients, mixed with personality and a sense of humor,
Can make a friendship last a lifetime!
This is just a thank you, my friend, for all the wonderful and colorful
Special ingredients You've brought to my life!

- Author Unknown

Know Your Real Friend.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears..

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after they've gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

-- Author Unknown

What Is Friendship...???

Friendship Is . . .

. . . is you.
. . . is love.
. . . is shared.
. . . is forgiving.
. . . is understanding.
. . . is shared secrets.
. . . heals many hurts.
. . . is not judgmental.
. . . is shared laughter.
. . . is slow and steady.
. . . can be angry at times.
. . . is dependable and true.
. . . is more precious than silver or gold.
. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine.
. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.
. . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection.
. . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.
. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.
. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.
. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.
. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.
. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.
. . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.
. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.
. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day.
. . . is sunshine through the clouds.
. . . cannot be forced or induced.
. . . is relaxed and comfortable.
. . . is a shoulder to lean on.
. . . is an ear to whine to.
. . . gets better with age.
. . . is shared tears.
. . . is shared pain.
. . . is shared joy.
. . . is shared.
. . . is love.
. . . is you.

Friends Poem by Veronica Ann Cech

Good Friend Quotes - Value Your Friendship...!!!

A good friend can tell you what is the matter with you in a minute.
He may not seem such a good friend after telling.

-- Arthur Brisbane, "The Book of Today"

Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.

-- Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC), Eudemian Ethics

He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare,
And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere.

--- Ali ibn-Abi-Talib (602 AD - 661 AD), A Hundred Sayings

Real Friendship Statements !

"The best mirror is an old friend."

~ George Herbert.


"With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution to my being of happiness, strength and understanding remains to sustain me in an altered world."

~ Helen Keller.


"What is a friend? A single soul in two bodies."

~ Aristotle.


"The friendship that can cease has never been real."

~ Saint Jerome.


"I count myselt in nothing else so happyAs in a soul rememb'ring my good friends."

~ William Shakespeare.