In prosperity our friends know us; in adversity we know our friends.
John Churton Collins
True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one’s self, and in the next from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.
Joseph Addison (1672 – 1719), The Spectator, March 17, 1911
It isn’t kind to cultivate a friendship just so one will have an audience.
Lawana Blackwell, The Courtship of the Vicar’s Daughter, 1998
A good friend of my son’s is a son to me.
Lois McMaster Bujold, Ethan of Athos, 1986
Adversity does teach who your real friends are.
Lois McMaster Bujold, A Civil Campain, 1999
If you make it plain you like people, it’s hard for them to resist liking you back.
Lois McMaster Bujold, Diplomatic Immunity, 2002
Never refuse any advance of friendship, for if nine out of ten bring you nothing, one alone may repay you.
Madame de Tencin
It’s the friends you can call up at four a.m. that matter.
Marlene Dietrich (1901 – 1992)
Don’t flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become. Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, leave your friend to learn unpleasant things from his enemies; they are ready enough to tell them.
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 – 1894), The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 1858
I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.
Oscar Wilde (1854 – 1900)
Se passas junto a mim, eu sinto as vagas
Do fundo oceano da paixão, rolando,
Quebrarem-se em meu peito, como quando
Rebentam as do Mar nas duras fragas.
Da luz do teu olhar sereno e brando
Toda a minh’alma docemente alagas;
Se por acaso ris-te e se me afagas,
Semiânime julgo-me tombando!
Tens sobre mim a ação misteriosa
Que sobre o aço tem o imã! Cismo
Que já me empolga a força deliciosa!
Sou presa desse eterno magnetismo!
E quando tu me fitas silenciosa,
Sinto que vou rolar num fundo abismo!
Francisco Filinto de Almeida (n. no Porto em 4 Dez. 1857; m. no Rio de Janeiro, RJ, em 28 Jan. 1945).