Fair Weather Friends Quotes

“Not all friends know they have lost you.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“If a normally kind, agreeable person makes an enemy of you, you ought to ask yourself why.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“Remember the friends who stuck with you when they thought you had nothing.”
― Joyce Rachelle

“Don't cry over those who didn't check up on you or left you in crisis.

Cry and laugh with those who stand in celebration with you.”
― Sanjo Jendayi

“Mine was mistake, yours was revenge -absolutely not even.”
― Shreya Gupta

“Beware of fair-weather friends.
They come to you when the sky is crystal clear and disappear when the same sky is overcast with dark clouds.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“He was extremely angry with Bellamy who had, when Clement needed him, refused to be with him.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight

“Your best friends are in trouble and you say 'of course' and forget them instantly.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

“FRIENDSHIP, n. A ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul.

The sea was calm and the sky was blue;
Merrily, merrily sailed we two.
(High barometer maketh glad.)
On the tipsy ship, with a dreadful shout,
The tempest descended and we fell out.
(O the walking is nasty bad!)
Armit Huff Bettle”
― Ambrose Bierce, The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary

“You could speak on my behalf. Try to persuade him.”
His black eyes glittered. “I’m afraid I’m only a messenger.”
“Please,” I said. “I do not want them here, truly. I am not being funny.”
“No,” he said, “you are not. You are being very dull. Use your imagination, they must be good for something. Take them to your bed.”
“That is absurd,” I said. “They would run screaming.”
“Nymphs always do,” he said. “But I’ll tell you a secret: they are terrible at getting away.”
At a feast on Olympus such a jest would have been followed by a roar of laughter. Hermes waited now, grinning like a goat. But all I felt was a white, cold rage.
“I am finished with you,” I said. “I have been finished a long time. Let me not see you again.”
If anything, his grin deepened. He vanished and did not return. It was no obedience. He was finished with me too, for I had committed the unpardonable sin of being dull. I could imagine the stories he was telling of me, humorless, prickly, and smelling of pigs. From time to time, I could sense him just out of sight, finding my nymphs in the hills, sending them back flushed and laughing, giddy from the great Olympian who had shown them favor. He seemed to think I would go mad with jealousy and loneliness, and turn them into rats indeed. A hundred years he had been coming to my island, and in all that time he had never cared for more than his own entertainment.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe