Bestfriends become strangers. That's how it is.
No, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.
It took me a long time to realize that distance can ruin even the best of intentions.
It's true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We're all busy people,we can't spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.
A friend who is near and dear may in time become as useless as a relative.
The most fatal disease of friendship is gradual decay, or dislike hourly increased by causes too slender for complaint, and too numerous for removal.
He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.
The soil of friendship is worn out with constant use. Habit may still attach us to each other, but we feel ourselves fettered by it. Old friends might be compared to old married people without the tie of children.
