Quotes About Companions

I have more friends in New York than Paris.

My ideal travel companions are my family.

It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.

He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.

God gives us relatives; thank God, we can choose our friends.

Conspiracies, since they cannot be engaged in without the fellowship of others, are for that reason most perilous; for as most men are either fools or knaves, we run excessive risk in making such folk our companions.

Yellow gold is plentiful compared to white-haired friends.

It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.

Among other objections to the image of me was that I hated animals. I still do. I have enough dumb friends without them.

Even when I was a child, my best friend was a 92-year-old woman.

The people that you have around you are your biggest influence.

I've got two dogs; they're Boston terriers, and they're allowed everywhere.

All my boyfriends are in their 20s.

We walk alone in the world. Friends, such as we desire, are dreams and fables

IT IS NATURAL TO BELIEVE in great men. If the companions of our childhood should turn out to be heroes, and their condition regal, it would not surprise us. All mythology opens with demigods, and the circumstance is high and poetic; that is, their genius is paramount. In the legends of the Gautama, the first men ate the earth, and found it deliciously sweet.

Habbershaw, a kindly widow with six cats and one Chihuahua named Max—who was a nervous wreck—probably because the cats were all bigger than he was. Mrs.

He liked to read with the silence and the golden color of the whiskey as his companions. He liked food, people, talk, but reading was an inexhaustible pleasure. What the joys of music were to others, words on a page were to him.

Wearily I sit here, pain and misery my only companions. And vast intelligence of course. And infinite sorrow.

If you choose bad companions, no one will believe that you are anything but bad yourself.

I prefer solitude to companions, since there are so few men who are trustworthy, and almost none truly learned. I do not say this because I demand scholarship in all men—although the sum total of men's learning is small enough; but I question whether we should allow anyone to waste our time. The wasting of time is an abomination.

From a social perspective, I am looking for friends, not acolytes.

For myself, I've kind of always been interested in pets because they're not human.

I have two pets - a dog and a cat.

Humans have a fraught relationship with beasts. They are our companions and our chattel, our family members and our laborers, our household pets and our household pests. We love them and cage them, admire them and abuse them. And, of course, we cook and eat them.