Say what you want about aging, it's still the only way to have old friends.
Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.
Old friends, we say, are best, when some sudden disillusionment shakes our faith in a new comrade.
There's a woman I see who's not my therapist, but she's like an old friend who's a therapist in profession. She lets me talk to her like a therapist once in a while, and she does a great thing. Whenever I have a big dilemma, like this is a big problem in my life, she always says, 'Wow, you're going to have to figure that out. '
It's not so much that the old friend is a better friend. It's just that you know the person better, and you know they don't really care if you're acting like a poor, grovelling idiot. They know you would do the same for them.
You don't have to have anything in common with people you've known since you were five. With old friends, you've got your whole life in common.
Beta decay was. . . like a dear old friend. There would always be a special place in my heart reserved especially for it.
I privately say to you, old friend. . . please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).
Keep your family and old friends around you. That's what I had done and that's what saved my life when it came to being famous.
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.
It's awkward, because sometimes you find new friends that are cooler than your old friends, and then your old friends desperately try to cling on to you even though you sort of hate them by now.
It’s less the words they say than those they leave unsaid that split old friends apart.
Biking through New York's boroughs in 2005, I thought about some old friends, Joe and Eileen Bailey. Though they are imaginary, I frequently talk to them.
I really have to thank Facebook. . . I didn't know what Facebook was, and now that I do know what it is, I have to say, it sounds like a huge waste of time. I would never say the people on it are losers, but that's only because I'm polite. People say 'But Betty, Facebook is a great way to connect with old friends. ' Well at my age, if I wanna connect with old friends, I need a Ouija Board. Needless to say, we didn't have Facebook when I was growing up. We had phonebook, but you wouldn't waste an afternoon with it.
(He) felt lost and alone without his old friend, though he barely recognized him anymore. He wondered if they could ever be friends again.
I'll be back 'round again, yes, I'll walk in time with you, old friend. And we'll find that place that we had danced in so long ago.
A melancholy lesson of advancing years is the realisation that you can't make old friends.
For the young, death is an enemy they wish to try their strength against. For those of us a little older, she is an old friend, an old lover, but one we are not eager to meet again soon.
Death is an old friend; I know him well. I lived with him, ate with him, slept with him; to meet him again does not frighten me death is as necessary as birth, as happy in its own way.
Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks.