What is a friend?? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you. He understands those contradictions in your nature that leads others to misjudge you. With him you breathe freely. You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meanness and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyalty. He understands. You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him. Through it all and underneath he sees, knows, and loves you. A friend?? What is a friend?? Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself. Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies!!! Author Unknown May my friendships always be, the most important thing to me. With special friends I feel I'm blessed, so let me give my very best. I want to do so much more than share, the hopes and dreams of friends who care. I'll try all that a friend can do, to make their secret dreams come true. Let me use my heart to see, to realize what friends can be. And make no judgements from afar, but love my friends-the way they are. -Anonymous I remember the day we met. Introduced as strangers, yet I wonder if I knew what a friend,I'd find in you. Now that time, has made this clear; it scares me to think that I was so near; to walking away from a stranger dear. But God saw to it, that I didn't do it, and now that stranger from the past, is part of a love that will always last. I must remember that love depends, on meeting strangers and making them friends . -Anonymous Home
I remember the day we met. Introduced as strangers, yet I wonder if I knew what a friend,I'd find in you. Now that time, has made this clear; it scares me to think that I was so near; to walking away from a stranger dear. But God saw to it, that I didn't do it, and now that stranger from the past, is part of a love that will always last. I must remember that love depends, on meeting strangers and making them friends . -Anonymous