The mere process of growing old together will make the slightest acquaintance seem a bosom friend.
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The mere process of growing old together will make our slightest acquaintances seem like bosom friends.
It takes a long time to grow an old friend.
One of the hardest aspects of this protracted public persona is not knowing others as well as they feel they know me. It's a rather clumsy feeling actually; to not know someone who acts as though you're old friends.
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.
Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.
Acquaintances we meet, enjoy, and can easily leave behind; but friendship grows deep roots.
Friendships are discovered rather than made.
To be with old friends is very warming and comforting.
Being friends with anyone for 30 years is no easy task - people change, they drift apart, they move on.
It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.