Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognised, in its essence is effortless. Best friends are formed by time.
Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time, we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.
Being soaked alone is cold. Being soaked with your best friend is an adventure.
A good friend will come and bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'!
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Being in a relationship, that’s something you choose. Being friends, that’s just something you are. But I do pick you. We’ve been friends too long to pick, but if we could pick, I’d pick you.
She had worried, sought to protect me from danger, guided me toward the best. She had looked out for my future, assessed the worthiness of everyone to be in my life. And in that way, she had taken me as her purpose in life, the one who gave her meaning. I had a constant love all along.
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world.
Best friends are important. They’re the closest thing to a sister you’ll ever have.
Do not trouble your hearts overmuch with thought of the road tonight. Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, though you do not see them.
I dwell in Possibility.