Anaïs Nin on friendship

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Everything but happiness is neurosis.

Don’t walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Albert Camus1913–1960

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

Martin Luther King Jr.1929–1968Martin Luther King, Jr., The Trumpet of Conscience, Steeler Lecture, November 1967.

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another, ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one!’

C. S. Lewis1898–1963