Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own.

…I'm so thankful for friendship. It beautifies life so much.

Friendship is a two way street, a wagon with the same wheels. Sometimes the street has only one lane. Sometimes the wagon breaks down.

Even when I'm alone I have real good company — dreams and imaginations and pretendings. I like to be alone now and then, just to think over things and taste them. But I love friendships — and nice, jolly little times with people.

True friends are always together in spirit. (Anne Shirley)