One tradition I have with my friends is that when one of us gets married we have a ton of fragrance oils and pretty bottles at the bachelorette party. Everyone puts a drop or two in a bottle for the bride and makes a wish and the bride wears our creation on her wedding day.
I've always been the type to fall in love fast and with every boyfriend I plan out my wedding in my head.
I have a friend that is a WWII buff and we sat and talked a lot about stuff like the war and the reasons behind it and you now it's all in the uniform. Once you're in it it usually does all the work for you.
American credibility in the war on terrorism depends on a strong stand against all terrorist acts whether committed by foe or friend.
If anything we older people yearn for a peaceful world even more than young people do. We are the ones who lost friends or relatives in some war. We are the ones who have lived a lifetime of seeing and reading about human suffering.
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.
The U.S. army confirmed that it gave a lucrative fire fighting contract in Iraq to the firm once run by the Vice President Dick Cheney without any competitive bidding. When asked if this could be conceived as Cheney's friends profiting from the war the spokesman said 'Yes.'
We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother Mr. Chapman told us just how the war would end.
Truth of a modest sort I can promise you and also sincerity. That complete praiseworthy sincerity which while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.
The truth is I don't have any problem with journalists - I count some of them as friends - also some of my heroes are journalists I'm a big fan of Robert Fisk - great people or crazy people who are prepared to stand up for what's right.
Truth springs from argument amongst friends.
To me horror is when I see somebody lying. I mean a person I know. A friend. And he's telling me something that I accept. And then suddenly as he or she is telling it there's something that gives them away. They're not telling me the truth.
Listen friends you have to face the truth: You are never going to be rich... The system is rigged in favor of the few and your name is not among them not now and not ever.
Alas! they had been friends in youth but whispering tongues can poison truth.
I want to be distinguished from the rest to tell the truth a friend to all mankind is not a friend for me.
The greatest friend of truth is Time her greatest enemy is Prejudice and her constant companion is Humility.
But whether it be dream or truth to do well is what matters. If it be truth for truth's sake. If not then to gain friends for the time when we awaken.