A friend is a friend, by definition and daily practice. His grief is our grief, his pain, ours. So is his joy as is his laughter.
A friend doesn’t cry; he just completes our tears.
A friend resists the harshest of erosions, that of time and of distance. One second he’s gone is an eternity of loneliness, whilst a conversation just continues even if interrupted for just some years.
A friend owes us nothing, as we owe nothing to him. The balance-sheet between us is a clean slate. There’s no favors, no paybacks. Only that special something that makes us just want to do whatever is needed to be done, be it, or not, a sacrifice, that stops being one just because of him.
A friend never asks, never expects. Love is intensity, is passion.
Friendship is trust.
A friend knows all our secrets, not because we’ve told him, but because he heard all of them them from our silences.
There’s nothing worse than a betrayal from a friend, nothing better than a soothing comfort that he may provide.
To go through life without love is sad, to go without friendship is tragic.
A friend is the greatest wealth of all.
A friend is never down; he’s just giving us the opportunity with the associated pleasure of letting us help him.
To be able hold a friend’s hand in time of his need, is all that this life is about.