Be careful if you make a women cry,because God counts her tears. The woman came out of a man’s ribs. Not from his feet to be walked on, not from his head to be superior, but from his side to be equal, under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.
I wish we'd grow old friends together. We would hangout and talk. Maybe we could even bring our grandchildren along and they would ask, "How long have you been friends?” And we’ll smile and say, “Almost forever.”
The best kind of friend is the one you could sit on a porch, swing with, never saying a word and then walk away feeling that that was the best conversation you’ve had.