Friendship is the statement of the personality of an individual, Ferreting out the entire vocabulary to express friendship or attempting to define it within the confines of a paragraph or a few pages, would be an entirely futile exercise as I strongly believe that any amount of beautiful prose, and that too, in any language, would not be able to catch the essence of many a relationship that human beings enjoy, leave alone friendship.
Friendship sets in when you expect it the least. you r your friend are neither after each other but in the course of time, both of you become intimate friends...When the silences are no longer awkward, you know you r beside your friend. He adds meaning to your stay in this world. To the world you may be someone, but to this someone you r the world.
The closeness is so intense that it is more shameful to distrust your friend than to deceived by him.
A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose, and impossible to forget...He might be someone you might have met anywhere in your journey of life. He can be anyone. You don't remember how you happened to meet each other. You don't remember who got along with whom first.
All you can remember is that two of you together... always.
He represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until he arrived, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. He walks in when the rest of the world walks out. He believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself. He should be there to share your little joys, for grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with. He is the person who knows all about you, and still likes you. And he alone listens what you don't say.
Friendship always presents a sweet responsibility, never is it an opportunity. Friendship is unnecessary for the sake of itself, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather is one
of those things that give value to survival.
And in the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
But sometimes, some of our friends fail to understand us. And sometimes some strangers understand us better...an I prefer to remain that stranger, who understands you sometimes
Friendship sets in when you expect it the least. you r your friend are neither after each other but in the course of time, both of you become intimate friends...When the silences are no longer awkward, you know you r beside your friend. He adds meaning to your stay in this world. To the world you may be someone, but to this someone you r the world.
The closeness is so intense that it is more shameful to distrust your friend than to deceived by him.
A good friend is hard to find, hard to lose, and impossible to forget...He might be someone you might have met anywhere in your journey of life. He can be anyone. You don't remember how you happened to meet each other. You don't remember who got along with whom first.
All you can remember is that two of you together... always.
He represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until he arrived, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. He walks in when the rest of the world walks out. He believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself. He should be there to share your little joys, for grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must have somebody to divide it with. He is the person who knows all about you, and still likes you. And he alone listens what you don't say.
Friendship always presents a sweet responsibility, never is it an opportunity. Friendship is unnecessary for the sake of itself, like philosophy, like art...It has no survival value; rather is one
of those things that give value to survival.
And in the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
But sometimes, some of our friends fail to understand us. And sometimes some strangers understand us better...an I prefer to remain that stranger, who understands you sometimes
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