When a man laughs at his troubles he loses a great many friends. They never forgive the loss of their prerogative.
When I lost my first record deal, my wife and kids and I lost - I wouldn't say friends, but - we lost a lot people around us. They just vanished! They were nowhere to be found. I couldn't get a break, and I couldn't get people to even respond to my emails about songs, no matter how good something was.
I feel like I'm really honest in my interviews, to a fault. I've lost friends over it. Major friends. And I'm heartbroken about that.
Most people who become suddenly famous overnight will find that they lose practically eighty percent of their friends. Your old friends just can't stand it for some reason.
Be not the fourth friend of him who had three before and lost them.
To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend.
I lost some friends when I made the move, but if that's what matters to them, then they're not really friends at all.
It's sad when you see most of your friends in the business gone, like Tommy Cooper, Frankie Howard, Eric Morecambe, Roy Castle, Les Dawson. They were very dear to me. You no longer have the chance to bump into them at a celebrity do.
These people you used to see every day, friends or acquaintances, after a while they become as distant as any stranger, people you suddenly recall late at night--you remember something they said or something silly that someone once did. For a few moments they completely occupy your mind; then you forget them again.
I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
I've lost friends over texting because I'm so bad at it.
When I fell, some people were in such shock that they didn't reach out. They were so mad at me, rather than having compassion for what happened. I lost a lot of friends.
Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.
I was always making new friends, then losing them.
Ants do no bend their ways to empty barns, so no friend will visit the place of departed wealth. [Lat., Horrea formicae tendunt ad inania nunquam Nullus ad amissas ibit amicus opes.]
The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.
I lived the street life for a minute; I lost a lot of friends.
One more thing. The people and the friends that we have lost... or the dreams that have faded... never forget them.
I've lost some friends. A lot of the girls.
Our concern for the loss of our friends is not always from a sense of their worth, but rather of our own need of them and that we have lost some who had a good opinion of us.
I've lost friends, perhaps dozens. But I've gained hundreds, thousands - who knows? - of allies.
A lot of friends have given up on me.
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
The characters I'm most emotionally involved with are like friends you leave behind when you move away. You don't see them regularly anymore, but you still love them and keep in touch.
Where are all our friends?
