Quotes About Friendship

Never express anger with a friend or a subordinate in public," Vedris always said. "They might forgive a private expression of anger or a deserved scolding, but they never forget a public humiliation. It is the surest way to destroy a friendship and to create enemies.

Take care or her, Coram Smythesson! Alanna's old friend looked surprised. And here I thought the best part of ridin' with a knight was that she would be lookin' after me.

They aren't expected to understand one another, he replied. The women will learn to flirt over a friend's shoulder, instead of close. The men will see the women as distant and unknowable. Their friends will be only men. The women will see men as strong and unknowable. Their friends will be only women.

Somehow, vampire or not, Shaina trusted Barbayat.

You have a cool effrontery, my friend, that is altogether delightful.

Flavian Estemba, generally called "Mercurio" by those who knew him, stared toward the street, feigned vertigo, swayed first forward over the drop, next back, and so gracefully and bonelessly fell into the garden, and into the arms of Romulan, who, with a curse, caught him.

Volf welcomed Cyrion like a long-lost brother he had not seen in ten years but for whose company he had continuously pined.

Five adults, a Leprechaun, a Dragon Prince, and two toddlers required a lot of French toast, but with Allie on one grill and Katie on the other, Graham beating the eggs, Charlie pouring juice, Auntie Gwen setting the table, Joe dealing with the coffee maker, and Jack watching the twins, breakfast got made.

a book is a delicate friend, a white bird, an exquisite being, afraid of water. Darling things! Afraid of water, of fire, They shiver in the wind. Clumsy, crude human fingers leave bruises on them that'll never fade! Never! Some people touch books without washing their hands! Some underline things in ink! Some even tear pages out!

Brock was up front with him, cuddling Alexei's beloved dog, Harry

His eyes held a subtle light that she could not mistake for anything other than true attraction. The kind that mere friends did not share. She hated it. She loved it. She hated that she loved it.

Terrifying creatures without heads or feet. Death hiding in black shrouds. But the death called Fury had teeth and claws, and they'd tortured and toyed with his mind and body for hours. Manipulated and exposed his deepest fears and doubts, broken his mind and his body. Trust us and we will leave you alone. Surrender to us and we'll keep you safe from harm. We are friends. We are you.

Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families

The world is violent and mercurial--it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love--love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

As we paint each other's nails Cinnamon Vixen, I consider telling her how bad things are at home. After she and Dan and Laura left for college, everything got worse. Mother's mood swings, Dad's violence, the name-calling at school.

Vergie didn't shut up about movie stars until I fell asleep. Of course, I'm just assuming she shut up then.

Especially as I was an old friend, or at least I was a person she had known for a long time, which after a certain point is almost the same thing...

The longer one knows people the less relevant it becomes whether or not one liked them initially.

How little Americans know when they disparage acquaintanceship in favour of real, true friendship. It is in acquaintanceship, bringing wiht it as it does delicious dinners, comfortable weekends, gossip shared in picturesque surroundings, but no real intimacy, no responsibility, that the greatest charm of social intercourse lies.

prietenii, chiar anima?i de cele mai bune inten?ii, pot ucide multe iubiri inca din fa??-

It is a truism but it is still true that the longer one knows people the less relevant it becomes whether or not one liked them initially.

I say I write to you, but, truth be told, I prefer the American idiom: I write you. I'll write you friends say, as if, in writing, someone could be caused to appear, as if writing were a spell, some form of conjuration. So, I write you to bring you here, bring you back.

In the later part of his creative life Nietzsche suffered acutely from loneliness. Like his alter ego, Zarathustra, he found himself alone on a (Swiss) mountain top. But, intellectually at least, he accepted this condition. Since, he reasoned, a radical social critic, a 'free spirit' such as himself, sets himself ever more in opposition to the foundational agreements on which social life depends, he reduces the pool of possible comrades, and so of possible friends, to vanishing point.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday. The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays.