Friend Memory Quote
Memories last forever, never do they die. Friends stay together, never say goodbye.
A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.
One thought in agony of strife,The bravest would have by for friend,The memory that he chose the life...
A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my fails.
Memory has the singular characteristic of recalling in a friend absent,as in a journey long past,only that which is agreeable.
Charles Dudley Warner
Sweet is the memory of distant friends!Like the mellow rays of the departing sun,it falls tenderly,yet sadly,on the heart.
By: Steve Lambert
By: Soren Kierkegaard
By: La Rochefoucauld
By: Red Smith
Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.
Seasons change, friends move away, and life goes on from day to day. Flowers fade and streams go dry and many times we wonder why. Yet we can always be assured because God tells us in His Word, that unlike changes in the weather, love goes on and las.
To be your friend was all I ever wanted, to be your lover was all I ever dreamed.
Some of the people that we'd see when we first started, they do get apartments and jobs and everything. Sometimes we see a direct change just in them becoming more social, in developing friendships.
Sunburn is very becoming, but only when it is even - one must be careful not to look like a mixed grill.
By: by Katie
By: Ralph Waldo Emerson
He's also one of those friends who doesn't impress easily. And so if you get a good reaction from him, it actually means something. So it was important for me to hear from him something about the script, whether it was good or bad.
I told him I'm sorry. You just never want to beat your best friend knowing that they bowled a better game. I was just fortunate today. The breaks went my way.
Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his friends for his life.
No man is useless while he has a friend.
Robert Louis Stevenson
It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.