Quotes About Companion

Richard, having modestly but effectually scored the minimum number for the purpose, was in process of deciding whether a green or a canary-coloured Fluffy Hussy should be his boon companion for the rest of the day.

The more I know about men the more I like dogs.

Under the plan of heaven, the husband and the wife walk side by side as companions, neither one ahead of the other, but a daughter of God and a son of God walking side by side. Let your families be families of love and peace and happiness. Gather your children around you and have your family home evenings, teach your children the ways of the Lord, read to them from the scriptures, and let them come to know the great truths of the eternal gospel as set forth in these words of the Almighty.

Choose a companion of your own faith. You are much more likely to be happy. Choose a companion you can always honor, you can always respect, one who will complement you in your own life, one to whom you can give your entire heart, your entire love, your entire allegiance, your entire loyalty.

Apologizing. — A very desperate habit, — one that is rarely cured. Apology is only egotism wrong side out. Nine times out of ten, the first thing a man's companion knows of his shortcoming is from his apology. It is mighty presumptuous on your part to suppose your small failures of so much consequence that you must make a talk about them.

Did you think Beauty was so easy and merry a companion? Perhaps you were confusing Beauty with Having a Good Time.

A lumberjack's best friend is a good lager.

There seems to be a popular impression that cats are thoroughly selfish and incapable of any natural feeling or affection. I do not believe that. My experience has shown me that cats are very affectionate, especially to persons whom they like. They are not quick, like dogs, to strike up friendships; but when a friendship is once formed with a human, they manifest their feelings in ways that are unmistakable. And they are remarkably intelligent.

Happiness is always a by-product. It never comes to those who concentrate on securing it... It always comes as a result of something else. The pursuit of noble things, the things essentially worth while... As a man goes on life's journey, with a brave heart, doing the best he can... he often hears the faint flutter of invisible wings, he feels a presence, a companion. It is Happiness.

Real happiness is more of a habit than a goal, more of an attitude than an attainment. It is the companion of cheerfulness, not the creature of circumstance. Happiness is what overtakes us when we forget ourselves, when we learn to open our eyes in optimism and close the door in the face of defeat.

It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion

I had Joscelin, my Perfect Companion, the compass by which I fixed my heart. No one could ask more.

He didn't like his sisters and I didn't have any brothers. And so we got to be, for each other, what the other missed.

Woman is the companion of man, gifted with equal mental capacity.

If you like affection, then about one in three squirrels makes an excellent companion.

You need a wisecracking buddy standing next to you? That's the role for me. You got the guys who are knock-down, drag-out handsome. That's what people want to see. Let that guy be the hero. But there's always a role for the Everyman.

A man should have two wives: one to love and one to sew on his buttons.

Lady is the buddy of man, skilled with equivalent mental limit.

A man never has good luck who has a bad wife.

My first hurdle came before we even left. Steve's little dog Sui was coming with us, and she realized that I would be taking her place next to Steve in the front of the truck. "Move over, Sui," I said. She turned and glared at me, for all the world like a jealous woman. I couldn't help but laugh. She was such a cute thing, and she looked at Steve with such rapture, joy, and love, that I had to forgive her for hating me.

self-pity was a cold and nasty companion.

We rested a couple of hours at noon for lunch, and the afternoon's sport was simply a repetition of the morning's, except that we had but one dog to work with; for shortly after mid-day the stub-tail pointer, for his sins, encountered a skunk, with which he waged prompt and valiant battle—thereby rendering himself, for the balance of the time, wholly useless as a servant and highly offensive as a companion.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;No harp like my own could so cheerily play,And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Yet some feelings, though not deeper or more passionate, are more tender than others: and often, when I walk at this time in Oxford Street by dreamy lamp-light, and hear those airs played on a barrel-organ which years ago solaced me and my dear companion (as I must always call her) I shed tears