Who Your Friends Are Quotes by Reba McEntire, Henri Nouwen, John Cleese, Lorrie Moore, Marcel Proust, Bob Dylan and many others.
To me, being popular means I’ve got more friends. You’ve got to watch who your friends are, if you want to get close to them, but I’ve got a lot of acquaintances. And then, you’ve got to be real careful who your friends are, because you never know why they’re your friend.
Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
If you want to know who your friends are, have a major failure.
I count too heavily on birthdays, though I know I shouldn’t. Inevitably I begin to assess my life by them, figure out how I’m doing by how many people remember; it’s like the old fantasy of attending your own funeral: You get to see who your friends are, get to see who shows up.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy.
It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain’t got any friends.
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.
Friends are those rare people who ask how we are, and then wait to hear the answer.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
You learn who your friends are when you find out who will lie for you.
Tell me how you read and I’ll tell you who you are.
We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.
Show me who your friends are, and I will tell you what you are.
Tell me who your enemy is, and I will tell you who you are.
You wanna Know who your true friends are? Screw up and see who’s still there.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing…that is a friend who cares.
