A friend who dies, it's something of you who dies.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares.
We die as often as we lose a friend.
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.
When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
He who throws away a friend is as bad as he who throws away his life.
My very best friend died in a car accident when I was 16 years old. That was the hardest blow emotionally that I have ever had to endure. Suddenly, you realize tomorrow might not come. Now I live by the motto, 'Today is what I have.'
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
A friend is a gift you give yourself.
Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.
My best friend is me, and I take good care of me.