| Quote | Author | Source | Email Quote |
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| Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love. | Jane Austen | Northanger Abbey |  |
| She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be. | Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities | |
| "If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces." | George Bernard Shaw | You Never Can Tell | |
| If boys and men are to be welded together in the glow of transient feeling, they must be made of metal that will mix, else they inevitably fall asunder when the heat dies out. | George Eliot | The Mill on the Floss | |
| More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us. | George Eliot | The Mill on the Floss | |
| "Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically. "You cannot mix up sentiment and reason." | Agatha Christie | The Mysterious Affair at Styles | |
| " . . . I feel certain that his tale is true. Feeling that certainty, I befriend him. As long as that certainty shall last, I will befriend him. And if any consideration could shake me in this resolve, I should be so ashamed of myself for my meanness, that no man's good opinion - no, nor no woman's - so gained, could compensate me for the loss of my own." | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood | |
| . . . it must be remembered that the sea is a great breeder of friendship. Two men who have known each other for twenty years find that twenty days at sea bring them nearer than ever they were before, or else estrange them. | Gilbert Parker | Mrs. Falchion | |
| " . . . fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine." | Charles Dickens | The Old Curiosity Shop | |
| Friendless I can never be, for all mankind are my kindred, and I am on ill terms with no one member of my great family. | Charles Dickens | Master Humphrey's Clock | |
| "Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two." | George Meredith | Diana of the Crossways | |
| . . . he was gradually discovering the delight there is in frank kindness and companionship between a man and a woman who have no passion to hide or confess. | George Eliot | Middlemarch | |
| "Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows." | William Shakespeare | The Tempest | |
| " . . . we part with tender relations stretching far behind us, that never can be exactly renewed, and with others dawning - yet before us . . ." | Charles Dickens | The Battle of Life | |
| Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. | William Shakespeare | Coriolanus | |
| Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title. | Virginia Woolf | Jacob's Room | |
| " I had, in a moment of inadvertence, created for myself a tie. How to define it precisely I don't know. One gets attached in a way to people one has done something for. But is that friendship? I am not sure what it was. I only know that he who forms a tie is lost. The germ of corruption has entered into his soul." | Joseph Conrad | Victory | |
| "I wish you could make a friend of me, Lizzie. Do you think you could? I have no more of what they call character, my dear, than a canary-bird, but I know I am trustworthy." | Charles Dickens | Our Mutual Friend | |
| "Friendship is constant in all other things save in the office and affairs of love . . ." | William Shakespeare | Much Ado About Nothing | |
| "If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!' your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not?" | Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities | |
