Quotes About Companions

I've been all over the world on my own because, as a scientist, you travel a great deal if your work is reasonably successful or published. I get invitations to go to all sorts of strange countries where I would mostly be by myself and just meet other people there, instead of having travelling companions.

I love sharing my travels and I've had some fascinating travelling companions over the years. I really believe travel is made the richer being with people.

The animals are right here, right in front of us. And how we treat these companions is a test.

It's a wonderful thing to have a companion like that who just wants to sit by you while you work.

I was a child who went about in a world of colors... My friends, my companions, became women slowly; I became old in instants.

These companions', and he laid his hand on some of the books- 'have been good friends to me.

In torment, there was release. In the darkness, there was light. In solitude, there were companions.

Parents are one's companions in life but not partakers of one's karma.

Pay heed, my darlings, and always take the greatest care over the company you keep in life: if death strikes you without warning, you may be stuck with them til the moon turns to blood and wouldn't that be a torment?

Frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. Thus, I know the country of which I am about to write as few men now living have known it.

I wouldn't mind going to jail if I had three cellmates who played bridge.

el que no conoce el miedo resulta mucho más peligroso que un cobarde para sus compañeros.

to avoid death he shrank into the host of his own companions.

Unfortunately they're practically all dead. And many were my closest associates: friends, co-directors, whatever you want to say - my partners in crime.

In my dreams I come face to face with myriad reflections of myself, all unknown and passing strange. They speak unending in languages not my own and walk with companions I have never met, in places my steps have never gone. In my dreams I walk worlds where forests crowd my knees and half the sky is walled ice. Dun herds flow like mud, vast floods tusked and horned surging over the plain, and lo, they are my memories, the migrations of my soul.

Always, a shift in awareness includes a period of isolation and loneliness as one gets accustomed to the new level of truth. And then always, new companions are found. No one is left alone for long.

I have two mini dachshunds, Lola and Charlie.

Her friends were the hollow-chested man, the whimsical girl with the fuzzy hair, the silent Dr. Blumenkohl, and the youth with the drooping shoulders...

Shade hoped this would be the last night he spent in the jungle. He hunted distractedly, paying more attention to the sky around him than to the insects he was trying to catch. With Chinook and Caliban—who had insisted on accompanying them—he stuck close to Statue Haven, warily snapping up any bugs that looked like they wouldn't snap back. Anything too big, with too many antennae, or weird markings, or strange odors, he stayed away from.

We choose--or choose not--to be alone when we decide whom we will accept as our fellows, and whom we will reject. Thus an eremite in a mountain is in company, because the birds and coneys, the initiates whose words live in his 'forest books,' and the winds--the messengers of the Increate--are his companions. Another man, living in the midst of millions, may be alone, because there are none but enemies and victims around him.

If you have a quiet half hour with one of your dear companions like peason or gillibrand what is nicer than a game of snakes and ladders? Aktually quite a number of things are nicer like a film of marilyn monroe a quiet cig or a plateful of roast turkey but you do not get these things at skool chiz so it have to be snakes and laders.

The library had become her solace. Her refuge.Books did not question or judge. They made safe companions.

There's all the kids at home, and my mother and brother. And the men I pick up. But you live alone anyhow, don't you? It ain't people that count. It's having someone you really like.

Many of us writers tour like a literary Bachman Turner Overdrive. We ain't pretty, but we're on the road. Many of us wish we were rock stars anyway. For my part, I live in my iPod. The musicians there are my constant companions on the road.