True friends don’t just like you, they care about you. True friends want the best for you and bring out the best in you.
We have to make room in our lives for people who may sometimes disappoint or exasperate us. If we hold our friends to a standard of perfection, or if they do that to us, we will end up far lonelier than we want to be. – Harold Kushner
A good friend halves your sorrows and doubles your joy. If you want one, be one.
“People are made to be loved and things are made to be used. Things begin to go wrong when things are being loved and people are being used” – Michael Josephson
“A friend knows the song in your heart and sings it to you when your memory fails.” – Donna Roberts
A teenager wants to go to a party, but she’s sure her mom won’t let her. So she and her friend concoct a false cover story. What’s the big deal? Most kids lie to their parents from time to time,
Are there people in your life who regularly cause you to feel bad about yourself? Most of us care what others think of us, so knowing that someone doesn’t like or approve of the judgments we’ve made or how we look can be hurtful.
True Friendship: From A-Z By Michael Josephson Accepts you as you are Believes in you Celebrates your successes Defends you Encourages you Forgives you no
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In my lifetime, I’ve had the good fortune of having a handful of good friends. Each of my four teenage daughters have many hundreds. At least that what they call every Facebook connection they collect like trophies. The list of those kinds of friends includes people they barely know, some they don’t know at all and even some people they …
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Simon & Garfunkel “Old Friends” Old friends, old friends sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blowin’ through the grass / Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men / Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun