Quotes About Friendship

That night Ana Iris and I go to a movie. We cannot understand the English but we both like the new theater's clean rugs.

Was I really reading my roommate's journal behind his back? Of course I was.

In August Rafa quit his job at the carpet factory—I'm too fucking tired, he complained, and some mornings his leg bones hurt so much he couldn't get out of bed right away. The Romans used to shatter these with iron clubs, I told him while I massaged his shins. The pain would kill you instantly. Great, he said. Cheer me up some more, you fucking bastard.

He read The Lord of the Rings for what I'm estimating the millionth time, one of his greatest loves and greatest comforts since he'd first discovered it, back when he was nine and lost and lonely and his favorite librarian had said, Here, try this, and with one suggestion changed his life. Got through almost the whole trilogy, but then the line "and out of Far Harad black men like half-trolls" and he had to stop, his head and heart hurting too much.

Friends are the best to turn to when you're having a rough day.

There's a power at work here, something beyond our understanding. You can call it what you like. It doesn't need a name, because it knows yours, my friend.

Wolgast recalled when he'd come down here with his friends to buy candy and comic books. Back then, a spinning wire rack had stood by the front door: Tales from the Crypt, Fantastic Four, the Dark Knight series, Wolgast's favorite.

Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris: "It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. —SHAKESPEARE, Sonnet 104

He ain't my friend,' Harry said. 'Not no more, he ain't.' Strax leaned across to Jenny. 'At what age do these cubs become grammatical?' he demanded. 'Depends,' she told him. 'At what age do Sontarans become pacifists?

The Doctor snorted. 'Wimp!' He squared his shoulders and turned towards the fire, grinning. 'Race you.' And he was off, running. Jack hesitated, sighed, swore, and ran after him. Levin and Krylek, Catherine and the villagers stared after them in astonishment. Two dark figures running though fire...

Bart glared at his old friend. I'm not sure I like the new you, he said ~Take me to the blood tavern..Take me to the vampirate ship..If you don't mind me saying so, buddy, since you died, you've gotten awful bossy.What's the rush anyhow? aren't you immortal now? from where I'm sitting, you've got all the time in the world

The best part about being with a group is that you don't have to do everything alone. You're with your friends.

Somewhere in the wider world kids in their teens loitered in shop doorways late at night, smoked a pooled ten gaspers and crammed their mouths with pay-by-weight sweets. They engaged in friendly bouts of scuffling and sat on damp kerbs and felt estranged.

I'm frustrated about Cathy. She's torturing herself over this guy, and he's not worth it. I should tell her the truth. I really should." "Doesn't sound like she'd listen," Kristin said. "There are none so deaf as those listening to 'All by Myself' over and over and over again.

If you are causing trouble, look for allies, always.

Be rich to yourself and poor to your friends.

My guess is, they couldn't sleep, and they had the kind of generous nature that reckons insomnia isn't something you hoard all for yourself, you share it with your friends and loved ones.

Be specially polite to people who annoy you. True feelings are for true friends.

I figure a friend has the right to offend you at least once.

It suits here now to forget last year, but she'll never make me forget last year, not if I live to be a hundred. I didn't know much then. I know now that there's people like her who want to be friendly for what you do, not what you are.

I recognise your body in liana; your expression in the eyes of a frightened gazelle; the beauty of your face in that of the moon, your tresses in the plumage of peacocks... alas! Timid friend- no one object compares to you.

Grief must be shared to be endured

O friend! hope for Him whilst you live, know whilst you live, understand whilst you live: for in life deliverance abides. If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of deliverance in death?