This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

There is an old saying which, from its truth, has become proverbial, that friendships should be immortal, enmities mortal.

There is nothing so fine as a new friend, for in time they become the most precious of all the Comforter's gifts — old friends!

True friends never apart maybe in distance but never in heart

Where has this cold come from?
“It comes from the death of your friend.”

Will I always, from now on, be this cold?
“No, it will diminish. But always it will be with you.”

What is the reason for it?
“Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

The intimacy which is contracted in infancy, and the friendship which is formed in misfortune, are, of all others, the most lasting and unalterable.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

A friendship that like love is warm;
A love like friendship, steady.

Unreal friendship may turn to real
But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended

Yes'm, old friends is always best, 'less you can catch a new one that's fit to make an old one out of.

The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from him.