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“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
Albert Camus
“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
C.S. Lewis
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
Bob Marley
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
Jane Austen
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”
Alfred Tennyson
“There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.”
Linda Grayson
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. 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 curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
Henri Nouwen
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
Albert Camus
“Friendship … is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
C.S. Lewis
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
Bob Marley
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
Jane Austen
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.”
Alfred Tennyson
“There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.”
Linda Grayson
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. 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 curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
Henri Nouwen