Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A terrible thing about getting oldish is that your friends start dying, and in the last ten years I have lost seven or eight of my closest.
Breaking with old friends is one of the most painful of the changes in all that piling up of a multitude of small distasteful changes that constitutes growing older.
When I see friends from school I think they've all grown old and I've stayed the same.
Old friends are best.
Old friendships are like meats served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless, and distasteful. The stomach turns against them.
Friendships that don't fit my life anymore have faded away, and new ones have come in.
You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned.
Old friends become bitter enemies on a sudden for toys and small offenses.
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.
No one leaves an old friend unless they are ashamed.