Real friendship, like real poetry, is extremely rare and precious as a pearl.
There are no shortcuts to genuine friendship. Relationships are built over time.
Friendship is a word, the very sight of which in print makes the heart warm.
If you do something with acceptance and kindness, you can create a true friendship.
The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.
Friendship is a very taxing and arduous form of leisure activity.
Friendship needs no words. It is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.
The circle of friendship is a place of warmth and caring, where people come together for listening and sharing. A place of kindness and trust, a place of tears and laughter too.
Great is the victory, but the friendship of all is greater.
False friendship, like the ivy, decays and ruins the walls it embraces. But true friendship gives new life and animation to the object it supports.