Friends
Friends add a delightful dimension to our lives. They are the helping hands we turn to during challenging times, serving as siblings in experience and camaraderie. The presence of friends is one of life’s most beautiful blessings. Below, we present a collection of heartfelt quotes and phrases that celebrate the essence of friendship.
Meaningful Quotes About Friends
- Friends are like an umbrella; the more intense the rain, the more we need it.
- Friends are a vast ocean of life, where we navigate their boat and experience their tides.
- Friends are a field cultivated with love and nourished with warmth.
- Friends form a garden where the flowers bloom with companionship, and the nectar flows with cooperation.
- Friends are a tree, with roots planted in loyalty, branches stretching towards fondness, and fruits of connection.
- Friends embody a dream and a presence that resides in our hearts.
- Some friends are needed by your mind, some by your heart, and some because without them, you feel lost.
- True friendship is the highest form of love, an eternal treasure that symbolizes everlasting affection, devoid of jealousy or envy.
- When memories of the past cause you pain, and fears of the future arise, just look beside you; your friend will be there to support you.
Poems About Friends
A Poem for a Friend
This poem is by the poet Messaad Mohamed Ziad, a Palestinian poet born in Deir al-Balah, Gaza, in 1947. He graduated from Alexandria University in Egypt with a degree in Arabic Language and Eastern Languages and continued his studies in Arabic Literature at Cairo University, later earning a doctorate from Oxford Academy in Modern Literature and Criticism. His notable works include “Poems from the Memory of the Homeland,” “The Arab Silence,” “The Pride of Injury,” and “Dialogue with Time.”
Oh, dear companions, accept my greeting,
As I extend it in fragrant evenings.
The night whispers of our meeting,
While branches sway like a skilled dancer.
The breeze of youth brushes against the stars,
Tickling these attentive faces.
And the dewdrops roll, fresh and full,
Telling tales from years gone by.
Surrounded by the divine light and grace,
We are sheltered by the King of the expansive heavens.
We come to honor a knight dismounted,
Not to bid farewell to fading memories.
I see loyalty and love sworn,
To rejoice in the bonds of friendship.
Don’t be surprised if I say, my dreams have left me,
And I find myself alone in a daunting life.
Yet today, inspiration for poetry evades me,
As shadows drift in the dark nights.
Still, I long for beautiful words,
As thoughts of them awaken within.
Times of joy stir memories within,
Of fleeting years that seem just like seconds.
They reside in the depths of my heart,
Hidden beneath the past and present.
I see the sleep retreating from my weary eyes,
To ignite a stirring within my soul.
This awakening beckons a longing for the past,
From its abundance, souls find solace.
Awakening to the generous gift of glory,
For majestic dreams illuminate the aspirations of youth.
This awakening signifies sublime knowledge,
Which adorns brilliant, radiant minds.
I see my dear companions pledging,
To illuminate the path through treacherous darkness.
With honor, they elevate the struggle and beautify,
From its light, the patience of brave youth blossoms.
A hope that glimmers for a troubled nation,
Which bemoans its offspring through a diminished existence.
Oh, my nation! Ah, for a nation that once honored us,
Where the first cradle forged splendid glories.
We gather now to cherish the noble one,
Who grants generously in the rare knowledge.
We come to honor a scholar, adorned,
In the majestic robe of elevated learning.
We gather to celebrate a knight, generous in gift,
With a wealth of knowledge overflowing.
A wealth of refined character and profound wisdom,
That has filled the land with greatness.
When the dew gathers us, you have always been true,
With grateful hearts that acknowledge.
And today I sense in the depths of my spirit,
That what once was has become scant.
Don’t assume that friendship is merely a meeting,
Between beloveds or grand feasts.
True friendship is born from deep affection,
Like the heart to the lungs, pulsing fervently.
Drawing inspiration from its thresholds,
While divine generosity guides me.
Oh, loyal friend, be gentle, please,
For words about you feel insufficient.
Even if the horse falters in pursuit,
Perhaps the steed’s fall is due to his champions.
My regret is upon dear friends, for they have chosen,
To leave a kind soul for harsh circumstances.
When the dew gathers us, you have always been true,
With grateful hearts that acknowledge.
And today I sense in the depths of my spirit,
That what once was has become scant.
Don’t assume that friendship is merely a meeting,
Between beloveds or grand feasts.
True friendship is born from deep affection,
Like the heart to the lungs, pulsing fervently.
Oh, noble souls, suffice to say that I have
Lived my life in flourishing lands.
Drawing inspiration from its thresholds,
While divine generosity guides me.
Oh, loyal friend, be gentle, please,
For words about you feel insufficient.
Even if the horse falters in pursuit,
Perhaps the steed’s fall is due to his champions.
A Poem: Let’s Be Friends
This poem is by the poet Nazzik al-Malaika, an Iraqi poet born in Baghdad in 1923. She graduated from the Music Department at the Institute of Fine Arts and completed her Master’s Degree in Comparative Literature. She served as a professor at various universities, including the University of Baghdad, Basra University, and Kuwait University. Her published works include “Lover of the Night,” “The Sea Changes Its Colors,” “Prayer and Revolution,” and “The Tragedy of Life: A Song for Humanity.”
Let’s be friends
In the labyrinth of this bleak existence,
Where destruction walks and fate prevails.
In the corners of sluggish nights,
Where the horrific cries of victims
Mock hope.
Let’s be friends,
For the eyes of fate,
Staring blankly,
Observe weary humans:
On paths fraught with sorrow and groans,
Under the whip of time’s unruly harness.
Let’s be friends,
The hands that once learned to gather blood,
And sever the necks of friends and innocents,
Will sense a stirring within,
Whenever a finger or hand gently touches theirs.
Those eyes that once gazed with arrogance,
Now observe the mournful procession
Of despairing souls.
These empty eyes
Will sense life again,
Reviving the dullness of existence
With renewed vigor.
Hearts that heard the wakeful cries
Of the hungry and thirsty
Will melt to quench their thirst,
Pouring blessings from cups filled with moans.
Let’s be friends,
We who are lost,
We who are tired,
We who are labeled ‘criminals,’
We the wretched,
We intoxicated by the wine of prosperity,
Sleeping in the void beneath the open sky.
We wanderers,.
We are the desperate crying out in vain,
We are the captives,
We the others.
In snowy seas,
In lands ravaged by war,
In deserts and on every land populated by humankind,
Every land that is attuned to our pain,
Every land that has embraced the coffins of our dreams,
And listened to the cries of despair.
Let’s be friends.
There exists a voice behind the blood,
In the veins of those who drank from cups of enmity,
In the veins of those who persist as though intoxicated,
Stabbing at camaraderie,
Wounding their beloveds in duality.
In the veins of lovers and escapees,
From their beloveds and the call of longing.
In every vein,
There is a whisper behind all veins,
Softly echoing in the depths of every aching heart,
Bringing together estranged siblings,
And uniting the hearts of the grieving and the laughing.
This voice, a call of fraternity,
So let’s be friends.
In distant lands,
Beyond the seas,
In deserts, in the poles, in safe cities,
In tranquil villages.
Friends of humanity,
Friends calling out: where to flee?
Yelling in a weary tone,
And dying in a lethal solitude.
Friends who are starving, barefoot, and naked,
Spat out by the lips of life,
They are indeed the wretched.
Let’s be friends,
From afar,
The sound of intense winds,
Carrying a thousand long voices
From the cries of victims beyond borders,
In the realms of existence.
Victims of conflict,
And victims of chains,
Echoes of “Hiawatha” there,
Burdened by the moans of the hungry,
By the lament of the afflicted in the fire’s grip,
Those who die without a farewell,
Without knowing a mother,
Without fathers,
Without friends.
Reflections on Friends
Friendship and love are among the most beautiful experiences we can encounter in life. Both concepts are intertwined; to truly bask in the bliss of love, one must also be a loyal friend. Unfortunately, true friendship is rare—much like a pearl hidden in the depths of the sea, a precious gem that is difficult to possess. With warmth, compassion, honesty, and collaboration, authentic friendship and love become sources of safety, comfort, and joy. These terms can only be fully understood by those who cherish a loyal companion, and their true value is revealed to those who have encountered betrayal.
Friends are our small homelands; they represent the other side of love—love that never rusts. They understand you without words and believe you without evidence. They offer counsel without ulterior motives and love you without conditions, knowing you without any self-interest.
You may find yourself alone and assume that a multitude of friends can bring you happiness. However, know that true happiness is not measured by quantity but by the presence of someone who stands by you, someone with whom you can speak freely, without barriers or limitations, enriching you far beyond the crowd, as most are just numbers.