Pride is founded not on the sense of happiness, but on the sense of power.
William HazlittRead
Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone - but part, while you can part friends. Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.
Interpretation
End a friendship that has lost its essence rather than pretending it still exists.
This quote emphasizes the importance of recognizing when a friendship has deteriorated beyond repair. Rather than clinging to a superficial bond, it encourages individuals to part ways on amicable terms while the relationship still holds some meaning, rather than continuing to mock the friendship with false pretenses.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of genuine relationships, one could use this quote to highlight the need for authenticity.
Pride is founded not on the sense of happiness, but on the sense of power.
The world loves to be amused by hollow professions, to be deceived by flattering appearances, to live in a state of hallucination; and can forgive everything but the plain, downright, simple, honest truth.
Our repugnance to death increases in proportion to our consciousness of having lived in vain.
We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.
There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is, we think of them as we please, that is, as they please or displease us.
Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind; privation trains and strengthens it.
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
A good friend and a bad friend are like a perfume-seller and a blacksmith: The perfume-seller might give you some perfume as a gift, or you might buy some from him, or at least you might smell its fragrance. As for the blacksmith, he might singe your clothes, and at the very least you will breathe in the fumes of the furnace.
A light has dawned for me: I need companions, living ones, not dead companions and corpses which I carry with me wherever I wish. But I need living companions who follow me because they want to follow themselves- and who want to go where I want to go.
My mum and I have an incredible friendship now after a mixture of pain, honesty, unconditional love and a long break from each other
...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.
Sharing our depressions felt like having survived a war. The experience bonds you to the other person for life.
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