You don't lose friends, because real friends can never be lost. You lose people masquerading as friends, and you're better for it.

If two friends ask you to judge a dispute, do not accept, as you may lose a friend.

A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.

When I tell you I love you…that means I'll always be there.

Here's looking at you kid.

"I'm so in love with you and hope you know, darling your love is worth it's weight in gold. We've come so far my dear, look how we've grown. I want to stay with you until we're grey and old."

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and new.

There are three things that grow more precious with age; old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.

One can endure sorrow alone, but it takes two to be glad.

Because of their enmity you will be left alone. They will cast you out and forsake you.

He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.

The survivors of the old life come to pay their respects. The neighbors, old and young, come. People who have moved away, maybe a long time ago, come back. You see people you knew when you were young and now don't recognize, people who may never come back again, people you may never see again. We feel the old fabric torn, pulling apart, and we know how much we have loved each other.