Friendship improves happiness and abates misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief.

For if one falls down, his companion can lift him up; but pity the one who falls without another to help him up!

Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.

I have mentioned that no one offers the name of a philosopher when I ask the question, "Who helped you most?" Most often they answer by describing a quiet, unassuming person. Someone who was there whenever needed, who listened more than talked, who didn't keep glancing down at a watch, who hugged and touched, and cried. In short, someone who was available, and came on the sufferer's terms and not their own.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined together to strengthen each other in all labour, to minister to each other in all sorrow, to share with each other in all gladness, to be one with each other in the silent unspoken memories?

What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life- to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories ...

A true friend is the best possession.

But when someone enters that valley with you, that mud, it somehow saves you again.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

I write this not for the many, but for you; each of us is enough of an audience for the other.

I like friends who, when you tell them you need a moment alone, know enough not to stray too far.

That's quite something, to be loved by someone like Mrs Whatsit.