Emily Brontë on friendship

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

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