Fake friends believe in rumors. Real friends believe in you.
Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they aren't after you.
Fake friends are like shadows. They follow you in the sun and leave you in the dark.
But it takes a lot of money to live freely by the sea.
But one, the lofty follower of the Sun, Sad when he sets, shuts up her yellow leaves Drooping all night; and, when he warm returns, Points her enamoured bosom to his ray.
Don't measure the height of your Christmas tree. Measure the abundance of the love present in your heart! Have a Blessed Christmas!