Friendship is the strongest relationship two people can have. John Steinbeck’s “Of Mice and Men,” for example, is about two men who go around California looking for jobs during the Great Depression. The camaraderie between the two main characters, George and Lennie, stands out particularly. Their friendship is similar to that of a parent and a child. George being the parent and taking care of Lennie by keeping him out of trouble; and Lennie being the child, ignorant of the world around him and simple-minded. In the case of John Steinbeck’s classic novella, the friendship of the two men produces risks for both; however, the emotional and physical benefits far outweigh the risks.
We had become what some call ‘true’ friends – people who you could rely on through the best of times and the darkest of times. Acquaintances, coworkers and schoolmates came and went, but friends remained. Eventually, this came to be the foundation of something important in my life .It taught me something very important- that the measure of friendship meant having true loyalty. So , I always believed in, and gave my loyalty to my friends and was given back faith and enduring companionship. Even as I became a young adult in college, when I started making new friends; I forged strong, powerful ties; which I hoped would continue into old age.
In life, people can gain friends quickly, but what no one talks about is that they can lose them just as fast. I learned how quickly a friendship can begin and end about two years ago. In August of 2013 a girl named Moriah Ebron was deemed my best friend. She lived in Delaware while I was all the way in West Virginia. That was a small challenge, but we made it work. We were able to visit each other and have an amazing friendship, but suddenly, something went terribly wrong. Never had I realized how fast friendships can end until I became friends with Moriah Ebron. This is an epic story of friendships and trials as well as love and hate. This is all about how I gained and lost a best friend in the same amount of time, and how that shaped me as a person.
Jill McCorkle once said “The silver friend knows your present and the gold friend knows all of your past dirt and glories. Once in a blue moon there is someone who knows it all, someone who knows and accepts you unconditionally, and someone who is there for life”. McCorkle’s description of a “gold friend” reminds me of a novel I recently read called “Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet” where friendship is universal and described as a bridge that connect all social gaps including gender, race and differences in abilities. Throughout the book, author Jamie Ford has succeeded to show readers that friendship is the most precious gift of life and it is also the most valuable thing to pursuit by giving details about how characters in his book such as Henry, Keiko and Sheldon help each other in the hardest time of their lives.
In our lives, we're touched by many people with whom we come into contact in our daily interaction. Some of these people become our close friends and influence who we are. In this journal, I will speak about the closest friend I have.
There are numerous important things in life, but friendship may be one of the foremost imperative. To live without the involvement of interaction between people is a presence without living. Human interaction could be a requirement for survival, but as we know developed friendships are fundamental to the productive thriving of an individual. In the novel, Of Mice And Men, by John Steinbeck, the friendship of Lennie and George is unique to most friendships nowadays. They are two exceptionally diverse individuals brought together by destiny. Through all the hardships that they have been through, they still oversee to drag through it all, that is until it comes to the very end. The companionship of George and Lennie is beneficial in such a way
Friendship seems to be as fleeting as the gold in a sunset. Time after time it seems that watching a sunset dip back into its iris tinted grave for as long as I can, doesn’t make the tenebrosity that follows any less everlasting. Most people think of familiar faces when they think of friends, while I think of shades of that awful auric color slowly sifting through my hands as sand to an hourglass.
We often make friends with those who give us pleasure and stay away from those who make us depressed. We often expect to find something positive in friendship. Kathleen Moore thinks otherwise when tightening a wonderful friendship with Sorrow in the essay My Old Friend, Sorrow. It is a friendship that does not offer her just merely joy, but the deep insight, where she can find the solace.
John Conlan and Lorraine Jensen have been friends forever, in this story they tell about their friendship with each other as well as their friendship with others. They tell their experiences with such friends and what happens when you take a friendship for granted.
This is Agape Love at it's core..the type of love that God is. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Silence doesn’t suppose to be as ominous to cut deep like the sharpest knife. To be cut loose dangling trying to fathom how it went south is to understand that directional change does not have to be defined by ill winds and misplaced logic, but by common sense and discernable options working for the best. I thank all the people I’ve met in my lifetime who have lent me their ears, allowed me to belong, gave me love and let me love them back. I’m all the better because somewhere, somehow, and someone have given me hope that friendship is not fleeting, integrity is intrusive, and that good intent coupled with works can be a true embodiment of comraderie for as long as it is deemed necessary to embrace a true friend! And for those that I’ve called a friend at some point in my life, you will always be one…but know that you will not be
Friendship is one of life 's greatest treasures. Friends that are loyal are always there to make you laugh when you are down, they are not afraid to help you avoid mistakes and they look out for your best interest. This kind of friend can be hard to find, but they offer a friendship that will last a lifetime. Other friends may not be quite as loving. The pain caused by a friendship marred by betrayal is not easy to overcome. In fact, many poems find their inspiration from the joy brought about by a loving friendship or the pain caused by a failed friendship. (Oorvi, Naina, Diana)
Friends will come and go like the leaves of a breezy fall day. But some stick around even on the worst days. As the lights beam down on me at a Shippensburg soccer game with my best friend Izzy, a thought crossed my mind. What if we had never met? All of our memorable adventures we experienced together. Like Black Friday Shopping, Hersheypark, Sky Zone, and our trip to Baltimore together would have never happened. So I'm taken back to that wildcard day in third grade when I met Isabel Soliday.
“Friendship” is often regarded as one of the essential elements in our life. Several poems about friendship written by the same poet Edgar Albert Guest are selected. Edgar Albert Guest was a well-known American poet born in 1881. He was called as the People’s Poet since his work often portrayed ordinary family lives. The nature of his work tends to be optimistic. Therefore, the following poems “First Name Friends”, “Be a Friend”, “Friends” and “The Making of Friends” could reflect his optimistic attitude towards friendship. He believed that genuine friendship should be pure and our efforts devoted to friendship were worthwhile.
When I went to go see Rita, a friendship blossomed between an eighteen year old and a seventy seven year old. Before college, Rita and I saw each other once a week. We played games, crafted, and sometimes she
The beginning of this friendship began on a sunny day in the shade of a patch of massive trees and overgrown brush in the middle of barren corn fields. These trees protected an unpainted brown house with a beat up roof and dirty windows just off the side of a old back road. To the right of this house was a barely standing shack that served as a garage for a beat up and most likely useless blue truck. Just outside of this shack laid Daisy, a car chasing sweetheart of a dog whose fur was a shade not far from the rust on the truck. Yet Daisy was not the focus of my seven year old mind, but the black and brown clumps of fur squirming over her