| Author |
Quotes |
| Arthur Christopher Benson | Friend, of my infinite dreams Little enough endures; Little howe'er it seems, It is yours, all yours. |
| Arthur Christopher Benson | It is better to avenge a friend than to mourn for him. |
| Bible | Forsake not an old friend; for the new is not comparable to him: a new friend is as new wine; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure. |
| Bible | A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother. |
| Bible | Iron sharpen iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. |
| Bible | Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful. |
| Bible | Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me. |
| Charles Caleb Colton | 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. |
| Charles Churchill | Greatly his foes he dreads, but more his friends, He hurts me most who lavishly commends. |
| Charles Churchill | Friends I have made, whom Envy must commend, But not one foe whom I would wish a friend. |
| George Canning | Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe; Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh! save me from the candid friend. |
| Pierre Corneille | Let us be friends, Cinna, it is I who invite you to be so. |
| Robert Browning | Let my hand, This hand, lie in your own--my own true friend; Aprile! Hand-in-hand with you, Aprile! |
| Robert Burns | We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine. |
| Robert Burns | His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither! |
| Sir Thomas Browne | I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God. |
| Thomas Campbell | 'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been. |
| Marcus Tullius Cicero | There is no treasure the which may be compared unto a faithful friend, Gold some decayeth, and worldly wealth consumeth, and wasteth in the winde, But love once planted in a perfect and pure minde indureth weale and woe, The frownes of fortune, come they never so unkinde, cannot the same overthrowe. - edited by John Payne Collier, |
| William Cowper | The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves by thumps upon your back How he esteems your merit, Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it. |
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