Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Friendship is the perfection of love, and superior to love; it is love purified, exalted, proved by experience and a consent of minds. Love, Madam, may, and love does, often stop short of friendship.
She had been looking all along for a friend, and it took her a while to discover that a lover was not a comrade and could never be - for a woman. And that no one would ever be that version of herself which she sought to reach out to and touch with an ungloved hand. There was only her own mood and whim, and if that was all there was, she decided to turn the naked hand toward it, discover it and let others become as intimate with their own selves as she was.
As nice as we are in love, we forgive more faults in that than in friendship.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
When all is said and done, friendship is the only trustworthy fabric of the affections. So-called LOVE is a delirious inhuman state of mind: when hot it substitutes indulgence for fair play; when cold it is cruel, but friendship is warmth in cold, firm ground in a bog.
At the end of their relationship she asked if they could still remain friends. His face stayed expressionless until he said "No. Because we put friends in boxes. You see them once in a while, or even a lot, but still they have their box in your life, their specific place. Their *category.* That's one of the great things about being someone's love-- you have no box in their life because you're part of all their boxes. You're their friend, their lover, their confidante-- all those things. I don't want to be put in one of your boxes and I don't want to shrink you to fit into one of mine.
Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.
He is very fond of me, almost too fond. I could do with less caressing and more rationality. I should like to be less of a pet and more of a friend, if I might choose; but I won't complain of that: I am only afraid his affection loses in depth where it gains in ardour. I sometimes liken it to a fire of dry twigs and branches compared with one of solid coal, very bright and hot; but if it should burn itself out and leave nothing but ashes behind.
You can learn a lot from your lovers, but-for the most part-you get to keep your friends longer, and you learn more from them.
Love will sacrifice more to others than friendship, but then it exacts more from them.
Everybody understands friendship, and friendship is different than love - it's a different kind of love. Friendship has more freedom, more latitude. You don't expect your friend to be as you think your friend should be; you expect your friend just to love you as a friend.
Friendship always benefits; love sometimes injures.
Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing, As in a foundering ship.
Love is at once more animal than friendship and more divine.
Love is a blazing, crackling, green-wood flame, as much smoke as flame; friendship, married friendship particularly, is a steady,intense, comfortable fire. Love, in courtship, is friendship in hope; in matrimony, friendship upon proof.
And it occurred to me that friendship was a lot more dependable, not to mention long-lasting, than love.
Love, in distinction from friendship, is killed, or rather extinguished, the moment it is displayed in public.
Friendship is like earthenware, once broken, it can be mended; love is like a mirror, once broken that ends it.
Time makes friendship stronger, but love weaker.
I love Karrueche very much but I don't want to see her hurt over my friendship with Rihanna, i'd rather be single allowing us to both be happy in our lives.
Better friends than lovers. Sugar can't you see? You need you and I really need me.
