Friends Falling in Love Quote
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.
Never cease loving a person, and never give up hope for him, for even the prodigal son who had fallen most low, could still be saved, the bitterest enemy and also he who was your friend could again be your friend, love that has grown cold can kindle.
Never judge someone by who he's in love with, judge him by his friends. People fall in love with the most appalling people. Take a cool, appraising glance at his pals.
Don't find love,let love find you.That's why it's called falling in love,because you don't force yourself to fall,you just fall.
It is better to keep a friend from falling than to help him up.
I would love to have seen a male-female relationship that had nothing to do with falling in love, I'd love to prove, even on TV - even if it's not true! - that men and women can be friends without any kind of involvement.
By: Leo Robin
By: Anais Nin
By: Lynn Caine
It's too bad to see a teammate go down and a good friend like that. It's unfortunate, but I'm just going to do the things I've been doing, that's working hard and working on preparation.
Memories last forever, never do they die. Friends stay together, never say goodbye.
Our very best friends have a tincture of jealousy even in their friendship, and when they hear us praised by others, will ascribe it to sinister and interested motives if they can.
I lost a lot of good friends.
I just want to take this opportunity to wish a Happy Birthday to all of you out there celebrating your 100th birthday today.
By: Yassir Arafat
By: by Tessa
Make new friends but keep the old ones, one is silver and the other's gold.
To my mind, the only possible pet is a cow. Cows love you. . . . They will listen to your problems and never ask a thing in return. They will be your friends forever. And when you get tired of them, you can kill and eat them. Perfect.
We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan, and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
There are those who pass like ships in the night, who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight with never a backward glance of regret, folks we know briefly then quickly forget. Then there are friends who sail together, through quiet waters and stormy weather, helping eachother though joy and through strife. And they are the kind who give meaning to life.
Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.