Quotes About Comradeship

If one day I have to go to war, straight away right next to me, on the front line, I would put Patrice Evra. And there aren't many that I would put there.

Make new friends and march with them.

They were both good friends and heavy drinkers, a combination hard to beat.

It seems to me that you and I were made for each other. I am your best friend's best friend and we both have a taste for stealing other people's jewellery.

This,' said Psmith, 'is becoming more and more gratifying every moment. It seems to me that you and I were made for each other. I am your best friend's best friend and we both have a taste for stealing other people's jewellery. I cannot see how you can very well resist the conclusion that we are twin-souls.

A victory for us alone would be petty. She is the final flower of those who have fallen.

Crows are ferociously intelligent birds. I used to watch them gather as the men set off for another day of war. Drums, pipes, trumpets, the rhythmical pounding of swords on shields—to the fighters, this music meant honour, glory, courage, comradeship…To the crows, it only ever meant food.

But it's not very likely, is it, that any movement towards greater tolerance would persist in wartime? After all, in war, you've got this enormous emphasis on love between men - comradeship - and everybody approves. But at the same time there's always this little niggle of anxiety. Is it right kind of love? Well, one of the ways you make sure it's the right kind is to make it crystal clear what the penalties for the other kind are.

We're all fools together," he replied. "It's just that a few people know it; others don't. You seem to be one of the latter types. Hand me that small wrench, will you?

You and me-we've whored together. We've fought together.And I still dunna understand how ye always seems to know where the money is hidden and the liquor is stored and the scandals are richest.' It's a gift.

However spontaneous it seems, laughter always implies a kind of secret freemasonry, or even complicity, with other laughers, real or imaginary.

Et c'était pas un hasard. Je veux dire : on n'était pas là par hasard. On n'avait pas besoin de se le dire pour savoir qu'on était faits du même bois, un bois un peu pourri, mais un beau bois quand même.

Well, we're all in this together, boys. Each one of us must think, not of himself, but of his pals. We must stick by our pals, which means our country. Our country is our people, remember. It took a war like this one to bring that home to everybody.

Every general and every soldier was conscious of his own insignificance, aware of being but a drop in that ocean of men, and yet at the same time was conscious of his strength as a part of that enormous whole.

Yashvin, a gambler and a rake, a man not merely without moral principles, but of immoral principles, Yashvin was Vronsky's greatest friend in the regiment.

Bullet for My Valentine, we're bros. We've been in the trenches with those guys.

Dos-a-Dos González

He never said anything, but I think he figured that, as when we were kids, we both stood a better chance if we took on the world together.

Treat [Williams] and I have remained sort of like war buddies. He's a good guy. It doesn't matter who is the wingman, you just know that you work good together.

It even has the same phraseology as the English orders of knighthood, companions and this sort of thing.

My Oscar has appeared in every play I've done since - not in view of the audience, but for my colleagues to enjoy.

Picture the poor Arab private. He knows no one in his unit gives a shit about him; after all, he doesn't give a shit about any of them, either. They're not family. What happens when that private is placed in the loneliest position in the world, the modern battlefield? He runs at the first sign things are going badly. (He'll be fine as long as they are going well, though. Note: things rarely go well.)

She was pretty sure he would like Qibli. She could imagine them annoying HiveWing guards together.

He was smiling openly when Stephen walked in, looking shrewish. Like many large, florid, good-natured men, Jack Aubrey was afflicted with an undue proportion of small pale, meagre friends of a shrewish turn.