A True friend see's the first tear, stops the second, and prevents the third.

love is d reason for a loner to live

Real friends were the kind where you pick up where you’d left off, whether it be a week since you’d seen each other or two years.

You know that you're a true friend when somebody says "But what about that wart on the end of his nose?" and your honest response is "What wart?". You see true friends accept you for what you are, wart and all.

I was raised with my mother saying over and over again to me, “If your friends jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge, would you follow them?” One time, I finally answered her, “yes, I would as a matter of fact.” It was then that I realized who my true friends were.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?