Laugh, and the world longs to be your friend.

On a grim and dismal day that shattered my last ounce of confidence, I broke down and whimpered, “I’m awful and hideous and incompetent and boring and utterly useless.” And then you grinned at me and said, “That’s okay.

Maybe love isn’t meant to be bliss never-ending. Maybe love is unwavering support and befriending.

Friends are the artists who paint happy lips on your face.

One of the most critical decisions made in life is choosing with whom to spend your time. For it is those close relationships that gradually mold our character until we become a reflection of the company we keep.

You're right; you can't make someone be happy. But I don't see the harm in trying.

People are drawn to you because you make them feel happy; I understand that. But wouldn't it be nice to have people flock to you wishing for your happiness?

Friends are the real superheroes. They battle our worst enemies—loneliness, grief, anxiety, depression, fear, and doubt—every time they come around.

Heaven's currency is friendship.