Bernard CornwellThe bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship.
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The bards sing of love, they celebrate slaughter, they extol kings and flatter queens, but were I a poet I would write in praise of friendship. In the wise words of William Butler Yeats, “A man’s friendship is a second life.” When you’re in a position to help someone else when they need it most, when you’re faced with a situation that might involve some sacrifice on your part, your friendship might be your greatest asset. It can help you get through some of the toughest times and it can help you extend your compassion beyond what is required. It can give you strength and provide you with a greater appreciation for all of the good things in life.
Source: The Winter King
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