Quotes related to Proverbs 17:17
It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.
— Benjamin Disraeli
However important it is that love shall precede marriage, it is far more important that it shall continue after marriage.
— Samson Raphael Hirsch
The moment we decide to throw more energy into fighting for our mate than with him, the crack of a fist on the enemy's jaw splits the ears of angels.
— Beth Moore
To disbelieve in marriage is easy: to love a married woman is easy; but to betray a comrade, to be disloyal to a host, to break the covenant of bread and salt, is impossible.
— George Bernard Shaw
To say that a man is your Friend means commonly no more than this, that he is not your enemy.
— Henry David Thoreau
I have always deeply desired to be an honest man who said it when I struggled, stumbled and worried. I longed to be a man with real friends - friends who knew me at my worst and loved me.
— Matt Chandler
And the men that were boys when I was a boy Shall sit and drink with me.
— Hilaire Belloc
In private conversation between intimate friends, the wisest men very often talk like the weakest : for indeed the talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.
— Joseph Addison
I still think I'm playing back home in the street in my town with my mates. That's why I love the game, and mostly, I don't pay too much attention to social media or look at stuff that's out there.
— Alexis Sanchez
No one has probably helped me more with my narcissism than my dog.
— Tucker Max
Here's to the women we've met, and to the women we've fucked, And to those amongst us who've had no such luck. Here's to beer in the glass, and vodka in the cup, Here's to pokin' her in the ass, so she won't get knocked up. Here's to all of you, and here's to me, Together as friends we'll always be, But if we should ever disagree, Then FUCK ALL OF YOU, HERE'S TO ME!
— Tucker Max
Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.
— Victor Hugo