Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give.
Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, What? You too? I thought I was the only one. ... It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision - it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.
WE two boys together clinging,One the other never leaving,Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving,threatening,Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, onthe turf or the sea-beach dancing,Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feeblenesschasing,Fulfilling our foray.
Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.
Anyone who imagines they can work alone winds up surrounded by nothing but rivals, without companions. The fact is, no one ascends alone.
Here's what I think. We all want someone to build a fort with. We want somebody to swap crayons with and play hide-and-seek with and live out imaginary stories with. We start out getting that from our family. Then we get it from our friends. And then, for whatever reasons, we get it in our heads that we need to get that feeling- that intimacy- from a single someone else. We call if growing up. But really, when you take sex out of it, what we want is a companion. And we make that so damn hard to find.
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?
...we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it.
When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity..
Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.
A son says to his Mother: Mother, today I fought with my friend.His Mother says: Why did you fight with your friend?Because he demanded something of me, and I would not give it to him.Why did you not give it to him?Because it was mine.My son, you now have possessions, but you do not have your friend. Which would you rather have?My friend.Then give freely, trusting that you will also be given what you need.
I realize, for the first time, how very lonely I've been in the arena. How comforting the presence of another human being can be.