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[Quote No.50111] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"Our friends have a way of reminding us of how fabulous we are when the rest of the world has forgotten." - Mandy Hale
'The Single Woman: Life, Love and a Dash of Sass'
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[Quote No.50122] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"It is necessary, and even vital, to set standards for your life and the people you allow in it." - Mandy Hale
'The Single Woman'
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[Quote No.50129] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"Find yourself [your best self] first...like yourself first...love yourself first...and friendship and love will naturally find you." - Mandy Hale

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[Quote No.50157] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"Because of the dog’s joyfulness our own is increased. It is no small gift." - Mary Oliver
Quote from her book, 'Dog Songs'.
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[Quote No.50274] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"If you go looking for a friend, you’re going to find they’re scarce. If you go out to be a friend, you’ll find them everywhere." - Zig Ziglar

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[Quote No.50900] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"...be careful the friends you choose for you will become like them." - W. Clement Stone
Highly successful businessman
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[Quote No.51315] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"For to know a man's library is, in some measure, to know his mind." - Geraldine Brooks

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[Quote No.51488] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"Deliver me from all evildoers that talk nothing but sickness and failure. Grant me the companionship of men who think success and men who work for it. Loan me associates who cheerfully face the problems of a day and try hard to overcome them. Relieve me of all cynics and critics. Give me good health and the strength to be of real service to the world, and I'll get all that's good for me, and will what's left to those who want it!" - William Feather

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[Quote No.51855] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature. " - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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[Quote No.51858] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Be very careful of criticism as it can kill a friendship. However sometimes it can be helpful to the friend, in the long run if not immediately, but only consider it if it is very necessary and it is done very sensitively, gently, humbly and apologetically:] It is one of the severest tests of friendship to tell your friend of his faults. If you are angry with a man, or hate him, it is not hard to go to him and stab him with words; but so to love a man that you cannot bear to see the stain of a sin upon him, and to speak painful truth through loving words -- that is friendship. " - Henry Ward Beecher
in his 'Lectures to Young Men', 1856.
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[Quote No.51859] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"The greatest sweetener of human life is friendship." - Joseph Addison

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[Quote No.51860] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation." - George Washington

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[Quote No.51914] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[A story - with a message about 'true' friendship:] Aesop's Fables - The Bear and the Two Travelers - Two men were traveling together, when a Bear suddenly met them on their path. One of them climbed up quickly into a tree and concealed himself in the branches. The other, seeing that he must be attacked, fell flat on the ground, and when the Bear came up and felt him with his snout, and smelt him all over, he held his breath, and feigned the appearance of death as much as he could. The Bear soon left him, for it is said he will not touch a dead body. When he was quite gone, the other Traveler descended from the tree, and jocularly inquired of his friend what it was the Bear had whispered in his ear. 'He gave me this advice,' his companion replied. 'Never travel with a friend who deserts you at the approach of danger.' " - Aesop

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[Quote No.52124] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[A story - with a message about helping others, especially through their difficult times.] - A Lesson to Teach - Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around.' His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.' His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.' Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.' By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, 'Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.' After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her 'teacher's pets'. A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer -- the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, 'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.' Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, 'Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you.' Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook! Please try to do it in a positive way: 'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.'" - Unknown

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[Quote No.52245] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem: about the need to keep in touch with those people who are important to you and not procrastinate.]

'Around The Corner'

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

'Tomorrow' I say! 'I will call on Jim,
Just to show that I'm thinking of him',
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
'Here's a telegram sir,' 'Jim died today.'
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

" - Charles Hanson Towne
(1877-1949), author, poet, editor and popular New York celebrity.
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[Quote No.52282] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"It's better to walk alone than with a crowd going in the wrong direction!" - Diane Grant
Canadian playwright and screenwriter
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[Quote No.52371] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[A true story - with a message about the power of love.] - A Wolf Story - With all her big brothers and sisters off to school, our ranch became a lonely place for our three-year-old daughter, Becky. She longed for playmates. Cattle and horses were too big to cuddle and farm machinery dangerous for a child so small. We promised to buy her a puppy but in the meantime, ‘Pretend’ puppies popped up nearly every day. I had just finished washing the lunch dishes when the screen door slammed and Becky rushed in, cheeks flushed with excitement. ‘Mama!’ she cried. ‘Come see my new doggy! ‘I gave him water two times already. He's so thirsty!’ I sighed. Another of Becky's imaginary dogs. ‘Please come, Mama.’ She tugged at my jeans, her brown eyes pleading, ‘He's crying -- and he can't walk!’ ‘Can't walk?’ Now that was a twist. All her previous make-believe dogs could do marvellous things. One balanced a ball on the end of its nose. Another dug a hole that went all the way through the earth and fell out on a star on the other side. Still another danced on a tightrope. Why suddenly a dog that couldn't walk? ‘All right, honey,’ I said. By the time I tried to follow her, Becky had already disappeared into the mesquite. ‘Where are you?’ I called. ‘Over here by the oak stump. Hurry, Mama!’ I parted the thorny branches and raised my hand against the glare of the Arizona sun. A numbing chill gripped me. There she was, sitting on her heels, toes dug firmly in the sand, and cradled in her lap was the unmistakable head of a wolf! Beyond its head rose massive black shoulders. The rest of the body lay completely hidden inside the hollow stump of a fallen oak. ‘Becky,’ My mouth felt dry. ‘Don't move.’ I stepped closer. Pale-yellow eyes narrowed. Black lips tightened, exposing double sets of two-inch fangs. Suddenly the wolf trembled. Its teeth clacked, and a piteous whine rose from its throat. ‘It's all right, boy,’ Becky crooned. ‘Don't be afraid. That's my mama, and she loves you, too.’ Then the unbelievable happened. As her tiny hands stroked the great shaggy head, I heard the gentle thump, thump, thumping of the wolf's tail from deep inside the stump. What was wrong with the animal? I wondered. Why couldn't he get up? I couldn't tell. Nor did I dare to step any closer. I glanced at the empty water bowl. My memory flashed back to the five skunks that last week had torn the burlap from a leaking pipe in a frenzied effort to reach water during the final agonies of rabies. Of course! Rabies! Warning signs had been posted all over the county, and hadn't Becky said, ‘He's so thirsty?’ I had to get Becky away. ‘Honey.’ My throat tightened. ‘Put his head down and come to Mama. We'll go find help.’ Reluctantly, Becky got up and kissed the wolf on the nose before she walked slowly into my outstretched arms. Sad yellow eyes followed her. Then the wolf's head sank to the ground. With Becky safe in my arms, I ran to the barns where Brian, one of our cowhands, was saddling up to check heifers in the North pasture. ‘Brian! Come quickly. Becky found a wolf in the oak stump near the wash! I think it has rabies!’ ‘I'll be there in a jiffy,’ he said as I hurried back to the house, eager to put Becky down for her nap. I didn't want her to see Brian come out of the bunkhouse. I knew he'd have a gun. ‘But I want to give my doggy his water,’ she cried. I kissed her and gave her some stuffed animals to play with. ‘Honey, let Mom and Brian take care of him for now,’ I said. Moments later, I reached the oak stump. Brian stood looking down at the beast. ‘It's a Mexican lobo, all right.’ He said, ‘ And a big one!’ The wolf whined. Then we both caught the smell of gangrene. ‘Whew! It's not rabies,’ Brian said. ‘But he's sure hurt real bad. Don't you think it's best I put him out of his misery?’ The word ‘yes’ was on my lips, when Becky emerged from the bushes. ‘Is Brian going to make him well, Mama?’ She hauled the animal's head onto her lap once more, and buried her face in the coarse, dark fur. This time I wasn't the only one who heard the thumping of the lobo's tail. That afternoon my husband, Bill, and our veterinarian came to see the wolf. Observing the trust the animal had in our child, Doc said to me, ‘Suppose you let Becky and me tend to this fella together.’ Minutes later, as child and vet reassured the stricken beast, the hypodermic found its mark. The yellow eyes closed. ‘He's asleep now,’ said the vet. ‘Give me a hand here, Bill.’ They hauled the massive body out of the stump. The animal must have been over five feet long and well over one-hundred pounds. The hip and leg had been mutilated by bullets. Doc did what he had to in order to clean the wound and then gave the patient a dose of penicillin. Next day he returned and inserted a metal rod to replace the missing bone. ‘Well, it looks like you've got yourselves a Mexican lobo,’ Doc said. ‘He looks to be about three years old, and even as pups, they don't tame real easy. I’m amazed at the way this big fella took to your little gal. But often there's something that goes on between children and animals that we grownups don't understand.’ Becky named the wolf Ralph and carried food and water to the stump every day. Ralph's recovery was not easy. For three months he dragged his injured hindquarters by clawing the earth with his front paws. From the way he lowered his eyelids when we massaged the atrophied limbs, we knew he endured excruciating pain, but not once did he ever try to bite the hands of those who cared for him. Four months to the day, Ralph finally stood unaided. His huge frame shook as long- unused muscles were activated. Bill and I patted and praised him. But it was Becky to whom he turned for a gentle word, a kiss or a smile. He responded to these gestures of love by swinging his busy tail like a pendulum. As his strength grew, Ralph followed Becky all over the ranch. Together they roamed the desert pastures, the golden-haired child often stooping low, sharing with the great lame wolf whispered secrets of nature's wonders. When evening came, he returned like a silent shadow to his hollow stump that had surely become his special place. As time went on, although he lived primarily in the brush, the habits of this timid creature endeared him more and more to all of us. His reaction to people other than our family was yet another story. Strangers terrified him, yet his affection for and protectiveness of Becky brought him out of the desert and fields at the sight of every unknown pickup or car. Occasionally he'd approach, lips taut, exposing a nervous smile full of chattering teeth. More often he'd simply pace and finally skulk off to his tree stump, perhaps to worry alone. Becky's first day of school was sad for Ralph. After the bus left, he refused to return to the yard. Instead, he lay by the side of the road and waited. When Becky returned, he limped and tottered in wild, joyous circles around her. This welcoming ritual persisted throughout her school years. Although Ralph seemed happy on the ranch, he disappeared into the surrounding deserts and mountains for several weeks during the spring mating season, leaving us to worry about his safety. This was calving season, and fellow ranchers watched for coyotes, cougars, wild dogs and, of course, the lone wolf. But Ralph was lucky. During Ralph's twelve years on our ranch, his habits remained unchanged. Always keeping his distance, he tolerated other pets and endured the activities of our busy family, but his love for Becky never wavered. Then the spring came when our neighbor told us he'd shot and killed a she-wolf and grazed her mate, who had been running with her. Sure enough, Ralph returned home with another bullet wound. Becky, nearly fifteen years old now, sat with Ralph's head resting on her lap. He, too, must have been about fifteen and was gray with age. As Bill removed the bullet, my memory raced back through the years. Once again I saw a chubby three-year-old girl stroking the head of a huge black wolf and heard a small voice murmuring, ‘It's all right, boy. Don't be afraid. That's my mama, and she loves you, too.’ Although the wound wasn't serious, this time Ralph didn't get well. Precious pounds fell away. The once luxurious fur turned dull and dry, and his trips to the yard in search of Becky's companionship ceased. All day long he rested quietly. But when night fell, old and stiff as he was, he disappeared into the desert and surrounding hills. By dawn his food was gone. The morning came when we found him dead. The yellow eyes were closed. Stretched out in front of the oak stump, he appeared but a shadow of the proud beast he once had been. A lump in my throat choked me as I watched Becky stroke his shaggy neck, tears streaming down her face. ‘I'll miss him so,’ she cried. Then as I covered him with a blanket, we were startled by a strange rustling sound from inside the stump. Becky looked inside. Two tiny yellow eyes peered back and puppy fangs glinted in the semidarkness. Ralph's pup! Had a dying instinct told him his motherless offspring would be safe here, as he had been, with those who loved him? Hot tears spilled on baby fur as Becky gathered the trembling bundle in her arms. ‘It's all right, little . . . Ralphie,’ she murmured. ‘Don't be afraid. That's my mom, and she loves you, too.’ " - Unknown

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[Quote No.52372] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[A true story - with a message about love.] - The Perfect Dog - During summer vacations, I would volunteer at the vet's, so I'd seen a lot of dogs. Minnie was by far the funniest-looking dog I'd ever seen. Thin curly hair barely covered her sausage-shaped body. Her bugged-out eyes always seemed surprised. And her tail looked like a rat's tail. She was brought to the vet to be put to sleep because her owners didn't want her anymore. I thought Minnie had a sweet personality, though. ‘No one should judge her by her looks,’ I thought. So the vet spayed her and gave her the necessary shots. Finally, I advertised Minnie in the local paper: ‘Funny-looking dog, well behaved, needs loving family.’ When a young man called, I warned him that Minnie was strange looking. The boy on the phone told me that his grandfather's sixteen-year-old dog had just died. They wanted Minnie no matter what. I gave Minnie a good bath and fluffed up what was left of her scraggly hair. Then we waited for them to arrive. At last, an old car drove up in front of the vet's. Two kids raced to the door. They scooped Minnie into their arms and rushed her out to their grandfather, who was waiting in the car. I hurried behind them to see his reaction to Minnie. Inside the car, the grandfather cradled Minnie in his arms and stroked her soft hair. She licked his face. Her rattail wagged around so quickly that it looked like it might fly off her body. It was love at first lick. ‘She's perfect!’ the old man exclaimed. I was thankful that Minnie had found the good home that she deserved. That's when I saw that the grandfather's eyes were a milky white color - he was blind." - Jan Peck
'Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul'.
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[Quote No.52374] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[A true story - with a message about love and true beauty:] - The Beauty of Ugly - Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark grey tabby, striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. ‘That's one UGLY cat!!’ All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him, up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find. One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion. At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain. Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly." - Unknown

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[Quote No.52376] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[A story - with a message about empathy and friendship.] - Puppies for Sale - A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read ‘Puppies For Sale.’ Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. ‘How much are you going to sell the puppies for?’ he asked. The store owner replied, ‘Anywhere from $30 to $50.’ The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. ‘I have $2.37,’ he said. ‘Can I please look at them?’ The store smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, ‘What's wrong with that little dog?’ The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. ‘That is the little puppy that I want to buy.’ The store owner said, ‘No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you.’ The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, ‘I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.’ The store owner countered, ‘You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies.’ To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, ‘Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!’" - Dan Clark
'Weathering the Storm'
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[Quote No.52446] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:]

'Dog at Home'

I always like a dog at home,
It makes it nice and hairy,
And if a burglar calls,
Your dog will make the place sound scary.

Your dog will idolise you,
And his love will never stop,
You only need some food and drink,
A bucket and a mop.

" - Pam Ayres
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"[Poem: about coming to terms with existential angst and the realisation that, regardless of all our family and friends sharing activities and communicating emotions and ideas, we are still ultimately alone in our subjectivity and individual uniqueness.]

'Alone'

I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give -
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone, as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world,
About me only swirling snow,
Above me, endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden,
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely, having died.

" - Sara Teasdale
(1884 – 1933) American lyric poet, whose poetry which centered on a woman's changing perspectives on beauty, love, and death.
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[Quote No.52641] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem: about the importance, and often superior loyalty and longevity of friendship over passionate love.]

'Love and Friendship'

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree —
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.

" - Emily Jane Bronte
(1818 - 1848), English novelist and poet, best remembered for her only novel, 'Wuthering Heights', now considered a classic of English literature.
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[Quote No.52733] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:]

'To a Cat'

Mirrors are not more silent
nor the creeping dawn more secretive;
in the moonlight, you are that panther
we catch sight of from afar.
By the inexplicable workings of a divine law,
we look for you in vain;
More remote, even, than the Ganges or the setting sun,
yours is the solitude, yours the secret.
Your haunch allows the lingering
caress of my hand. You have accepted,
since that long forgotten past,
the love of the distrustful hand.
You belong to another time. You are lord
of a place bounded like a dream.

" - Jorge Luis Borges
(1899 – 1986), Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges KBE, Argentine poet, essayist, and short-story writer.
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[Quote No.52766] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"What is a Friend? I'll tell you. It is a person with whom you can be yourself. He or she only wants you to be what you really are. When you are with him or her, you do not have to be on your guard. You can say and do whatever you genuinely want to." - Unknown

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[Quote No.52790] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem: about praise, appreciation and guidance.]

'To A Friend'

You entered my life in a casual way,
And saw at a glance what I needed;
There were others who passed me or met me each day,
But never a one of them heeded.

Perhaps you were thinking of other folks more,
Or chance simply seemed to decree it;
I know there were many such chances before,
But the others - well, they didn't see it.

You said just the thing that I wished you would say,
And you made me believe that you meant it;
I held up my head in the old gallant way,
And resolved you should never repent it.

There are times when encouragement means such a lot,
And a word is enough to convey it;
There were others who could have, as easy as not -
But, just the same, they didn't say it.

There may have been someone who could have done more
To help me along, though I doubt it;
What I needed was cheering, and always before
They had let me plod onward without it.

You helped to refashion the dream of my heart,
And made me turn eagerly to it;
There were others who might have (I question that part) -
But, after all, they didn't do it!

" - Grace Stricker Dawson

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[Quote No.52818] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:]

'Friendship'

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person;
Having neither to weigh thoughts
Nor measure words - but to pour them
All right out - just as they are -
Chaff and grain together -
Certain that a faithful hand will
Take and sift them -
Keep what is worth keeping -
And then, with a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.

" - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
(1826 – 1887) English novelist and poet. This poem is found in her book, 'A Life for a Life', published 1866. This poem has also been attributed to George Eliot.
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[Quote No.52819] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"But Oh! The blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearless on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away." - Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
(1826 – 1887) English novelist and poet. The extract is found in her book, 'A Life for a Life', published 1866. This quote has been presented as a poem and the poem has also been attributed to George Eliot.
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[Quote No.52880] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:]

'Thank You Friend'

I never came to you, my friend,
and went away without
some new enrichment of the heart;
More faith and less of doubt,
more courage in the days ahead.
And often in great need coming to you,
I went away comforted indeed.
How can I find the shining word,
the glowing phrase that tells all that
your love has meant to me,
all that your friendship spells?
There is no word, no phrase for
you on whom I so depend.
All I can say to you is this,
God bless you precious friend.

" - Grace Noll Crowell

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[Quote No.52888] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:- about the strange theory of reciprocity - 'What you give, you get' and the equally strange theory of expectation as perception - 'What you look for, you see!']

'The Right Kind of People'

Gone is the city, gone the day,
Yet still the story and the meaning stay:
Once where a prophet in the palm shade basked
A traveler chanced at noon to rest his mules.
‘What sort of people may they be,’ he asked,
‘In this proud city on the plains o’erspread?’
‘Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?’
‘What sort?’ the packman scowled; ‘why, knaves and fools.’
‘You’ll find the people here the same,’ the wise man said.

Another stranger in the dusk drew near,
And pausing, cried, ‘What sort of people here
In your bright city where yon towers arise?’
‘Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?’
‘What sort?’ the pilgrim smiled with lifted head;
‘Good, true, and wise.’
‘You’ll find the people here the same,’
The wise man said.

" - Edwin Markham
(1852-1940)
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[Quote No.52890] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:]

'Friendship'

Friendship needs no studied phrases,
Polished face, or winning wiles;
Friendship deals no lavish praises,
Friendship dons no surface smiles.

Friendship follows Nature's diction,
Shuns the blandishments of Art,
Boldly severs truth from fiction,
Speaks the language of the heart.

Friendship favors no condition,
Scorns a narrow-minded creed,
Lovingly fulfills its mission,
Be it word or be it deed.

Friendship cheers the faint and weary,
Makes the timid spirit brave,
Warns the erring, lights the dreary,
Smooths the passage to the grave.

Friendship - pure, unselfish friendship,
All through life's allotted span,
Nurtures, strengthens, widens, lengthens,
Man's relationship with man.

" - Unknown

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"The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;" - William Shakespeare
(1564-1616), playwright. A couplet from his play, 'Hamlet'.
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[Quote No.52934] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem:]

'Be A Friend'

Be a friend. You don't need money;
Just a disposition sunny;
Just the wish to help another
Get along some way or other;
Just a kindly hand extended
Out to one who's unbefriended;
Just the will to give or lend,
This will make you someone's friend.

Be a friend. You don't need glory.
Friendship is a simple story.
Pass by trifling errors blindly,
Gaze on honest effort kindly,
Cheer the youth who's bravely trying,
Pity him who's sadly sighing;
Just a little labor spend
On the duties of a friend.

Be a friend. The pay is bigger
(Though not written by a figure)
Than is earned by people clever
In what's merely self-endeavor.
You'll have friends instead of neighbors
For the profits of your labors;
You'll be richer in the end
Than a prince, if you're a friend.

" - Edgar Albert Guest

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"[Poem: about the friend who while they cannot actively help, gives you moral support and company.]

'The Friend Who Just Stands By'

When trouble come your soul to try,
You love the friend who just 'stands by'.
Perhaps there's nothing he can do,
The thing is strictly up to you.
For there are troubles all your own,
And paths the soul must tread alone;
Times when love cannot smooth the road
Nor friendship lift the heavy load,
But just to know you have a friend
Who will 'stand by' until the end,
Whose sympathy through all endures,
Whose warm handclasp is always yours --
It helps, some ways, to pull you through,
Although there's nothing he can do.
And so with fervent heart you cry,
'God bless the friend who just 'stands by''.

" - Unknown

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"[Poem: about how a true friend's words often guide and comfort us just when we need help the most]

'Accept My Full Heart's Thanks'

Your words came just when needed. Like a breeze,
Blowing and bringing from the wide salt sea
Some cooling spray, to meadow scorched with heat
And choked with dust, and clouds of sifted sand,
That hateful whirlwinds, envious of its bloom,
Had tossed upon it. But the cool sea breeze
Came laden with the odors of the sea
And damp with spray, that laid the dust and sand
And brought new life and strength to blade and bloom.
So words of thine came over miles to me,
Fresh from the mighty sea, a true friend's heart,
And brought me hope, and strength, and swept away
The dusty webs that human spiders spun
Across my path. Friend - and the word means much -
So few there are who reach like thee, a hand
Up over all the barking curs of spite,
And give the clasp, when most its need is felt, -
Friend, newly found, accept my full heart's thanks.

" - Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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"[Poem:]

'New Friends and Old Friends'

Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships, like new wine,
Age will mellow and refine.

Friendships that have stood the test -
Time and change - are surely best;
Brow may wrinkle, hair grow gray,
Friendship never knows decay.

For 'mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more we our youth renew.
But old friends, alas! may die,
New friends must their place supply.
Cherish friendship in your breast -
New is good, but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.

" - Joseph Parry
(1841 - 1903)
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"Friendship is, of course, another word for love, love of varying intensity. The need for friendship, for love, and its maintenance, is never ending." - Ashley Montagu

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"[Poem:- about keeping good relations with your neighbour]

'Your Neighbor'

Do you know the neighbor who lives in your block;
Do you ever take time for a bit of a talk?
Do you know his troubles, his heartaches, his cares,
The battles he's fighting, the burdens he bears?
Do you greet him with joy or pass him right by
With a questioning look and a quizzical eye?
Do you bid him 'Good morning' and 'How do you do,'
Or shrug up as if he was nothing to you?
He may be a chap with a mighty big heart,
And a welcome that grips, if you just do your part.
And I know you'll coax out his sunniest smile,
If you'll stop with this neighbor and visit awhile.

We rush on so fast in these strenuous days,
We're apt to find fault when it's better to praise.
We judge a man's worth by the make of his car;
We're anxious to find what his politics are.
But somehow it seldom gets under the hide,
The fact that the fellow we're living beside
Is a fellow like us, with a hankering, too,
For a grip of the hand and a 'How do you do!'
With a heart that responds in a welcome sincere
If you'll just stop to fling him a message of cheer,
And I know you'll coax out his sunniest smile,
If you'll stop with this neighbor and visit awhile.

" - H. Howard Biggar

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"[Poem: about pets]

'The Lonely Dog'

He often came and stood outside my door
And gazed at me with puzzled, wondering eyes,
Like those of humankind by grief made wise --
Who feel that life has little left in store.
And yet, he never looked unkempt and poor
As if he deemed a meaty bone a prize;
Instead, it seemed he wore a human guise
As though the heart of man he would explore.
Then one night on the street he followed me
Persistently, until I turned and said
Sharp, angry words, which made him quickly flee --
His spirit wounded and uncomforted,
And now at last I think I comprehend:
He only craved an understanding friend.

" - Margaret E. Bruner

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"[Poem:- about the importance of good neighbour relationships]

'The Kindly Neighbor'

I have a kindly neighbor, one who stands
Beside my gate and chats with me awhile,
Gives me the glory of his radiant smile
And comes at times to help with willing hands.
No station high or rank this man commands,
He, too, must trudge, as I, the long day's mile;
And yet, devoid of pomp or gaudy style,
He has a worth exceeding stocks or lands.

To him I go when sorrow's at my door,
On him I lean when burdens come my way,
Together oft we talk our trials o'er
And there is warmth in each good-night we say.
A kindly neighbor! Wars and strife shall end
When man has made the man next door his friend.

" - Edgar A. Guest

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"[Poem: about a good friend's consolations]

'The Closed Door'

I never crossed your threshold with a grief
But that I went without it; never came
Heart hungry but you fed me, eased the blame,
And gave the sorrow solace and relief.

I never left you but I took away
The love that drew me to your side again
Through that wide door that never could remain
Quite closed between us for a little day.

...

" - Theodosia Pickering Garrison
(1874–1944)
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[Quote No.53162] Need Area: Friends > Friends
"[Poem: about friendship]

'There Is Always a Place For You'

There is always a place for you at my table,
You never need to be invited.
I’ll share every crust as long as I’m able,
And know you will be delighted.

There is always a place for you by my fire,
And though it may burn to embers,
If warmth and good cheer are your desire
The friend of your heart remembers!

There is always a place for you by my side,
And should the years tear us apart,
I will face lonely moments more satisfied
With a place for you in my heart!

" - Anne Campbell
Anne Campbell (1888 - 1984), American-born poet whom the 'Detroit News' hired in 1922 to better compete with the very popular poet, Edgar Guest, of the 'Free Press'. Called 'Eddie Guest’s Rival' by 'Time' and 'The Poet of the Home' by her publicity agents, Campbell would go on to write a poem a day six days a week for twenty-five years, producing over 7,500 poems whose international syndication reportedly earned her up to $10,000 per year (that’s about $140,000 adjusted for inflation, folks), becoming a popular speaker in her own right, and proving that neither the 'Free Press' nor Guest could corner the market on popular poetry. Indeed, a 1947 event marking her silver anniversary at the 'Detroit News' drew fifteen hundred fans including Detroit’s mayor and the president of Wayne State University. Her poetry has a homely appeal and is about everyday beauty and family life, including children as she had two boys and a girl of her own (in private life she is Mrs. George W. Stark, wife of the dramatic critic of the Detroit News). [refer http://arcade.stanford.edu/blogs/back-school-anne-campbell http://sdrc.lib.uiowa.edu/traveling-culture/chau1/pdf/campbell/4/brochure.pdf http://digital.lib.uiowa.edu/cdm/ref/collection/tc/id/16463 ]
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"[Poem:- about the importance and value of honesty]

'The Sincere Man'

What gifts of speech a man may own,
What grace of manners may appear,
Have little worth unless his heart
Be honest, forthright and sincere.

The sincere man is like a rock,
As true as time; with honest eye
He looks you squarely in the face
Nor turns aside to make reply.

Nothing is hidden; there is no sham,
No camouflage to caution care,
No ifs or buts to haunt the mind,
Or secret doubts to linger there.

A crystal candor marks his speech,
With conscience clear he goes his way,
He does the thing he thinks is right
Nor cares a whit what others say.

Give me a man that is sincere,
And though a wealth of faults attend,
I shall clasp his hand in mine
And claim him as a trusted friend!

" - Alfred Grant Walton

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"[Poem: about the importance of friends]

'My Friends Are Little Lamps To Me'

My friends are little lamps to me,
Their radiance warms and cheers my ways,
And all the pathway dark and lone
Is brightened by their rays.

I try to keep them bright by faith,
And never let them dim with doubt;
For every time I lose a friend
A little lamp goes out.

" - Elizabeth Whittemore

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"[Poem: about the value of a friend]

'To My Friend'

I have never been rich before,
But you have poured
Into my heart’s high door
A golden hoard.

My wealth is the vision shared,
The sympathy,
The feast of the soul prepared
By you for me.

Together we wander through
The wooded ways.
Old beauties are green and new
Seen through your gaze.

I look for no greater prize
Than your soft voice.
The steadiness of your eyes
Is my heart’s choice.

I have never been rich before,
But I divine
Your step on my sunlit floor
And wealth is mine!

" - Anne Campbell

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"[Poem:- about the value of visiting sick friends and receiving visitors when sick]

'Visit The Sick'

A visit to the sick is such...
A brief and little thing...
And yet, consider all the joy...
And good that it can bring...
It means so much in every way ...
To one who lies in bed...
With only flowers to observe...
And papers to be read...
A visit gives that human touch ...
Of one more helping hand...
And all the faithful friendliness...
That tries to understand...

" - James J. Metcalfe

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"[Poem: about false friends, attracted to you for what you have and can do for them, rather than for who you are and your pleasant company.]

'The Old Story'

Like many a one, when you had gold
Love met you smiling, we are told;
But now that all your gold is gone,
Love leaves you hungry and alone.

And women, who have called you more
Sweet names than ever were before,
Will ask another now to tell
What man you are and where you dwell.

Was ever anyone but you
So long in learning what is true?
Must you find only at the end
That who has nothing has no friend?

" - Marcus Argentarius
(Argentarii in Latin are bankers, money changers) is the author of about thirty epigrams in the 'Greek Anthology', most of which are erotic, and some are plays on words. We may infer from his style that he did not live before the time of the Roman empire, but nothing more is known of his age. This is the most famous of his poems.
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"[Poem: about the dangers of wealth and influence includes false friends, attracted to you for what you have and can do for them, rather than for who you are and your pleasant company.]

'The Poor Man Is Not Loved'

Yes, you were loved, Sosicrates, when rich; but now in her
Love's dead: the drug of poverty's to blame;
She called you 'dear Adonis' once; she found you very myrrh,
And now she dares to ask you -- 'what's your name,
And whence you come and where you live?' O don't you know, good Sir,
That 'penniless' and 'loveless' are the same?

" - Marcus Argentarius
(Argentarii in Latin are bankers, money changers) is the author of about thirty epigrams in the 'Greek Anthology', most of which are erotic, and some are plays on words. We may infer from his style that he did not live before the time of the Roman empire, but nothing more is known of his age.
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"[Poem: about 'man's best friend' his dog]

'Epitaph To a Dog'

Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains
Of one
Who possessed Beauty
Without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.

The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
'Boatswain,' a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
May, 1803,
And died in Newstead Abbey,
Nov. 18, 1808.

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown by glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And stories urns record that rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master’s own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.

" - Lord Byron
(1788-1824), George Gordon Noel Byron, English poet. Lord Byron’s tribute to 'Boatswain,' on a monument in the garden of Newstead Abbey.
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"By associating with wise people you become wise yourself!" - Menander
(342 BC - 291 BC) Greek dramatist and the best-known representative of Athenian New Comedy. He was the author of more than a hundred comedies, and took the prize at the Lenaia festival eight times.
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