Quotes About Friendship

Raoden looked up at his friend. "We're not dead, Galladon, and we're not damned. We're just unfinished.

I am but a man, Dalinar, so much as I wish it were not true at times. I am no Radiant. And while I am your friend, please understand that our goals do not completely align. You must not trust yourself with me. If I have to watch this world crumble and burn to get what I want, I will do so. With tears, yes, but I would let it happen.

In short, Tress was a normal teenage girl. She knew this because the other girls often mentioned how they weren't like "everyone else," and after a while Tress figured that the group "everyone else" must include only her. The other girls were obviously right, as they all knew how to be unique—they were so good at it, in fact, that they did it together.

Can I borrow David?" "Please, Prof," Cody said, "we're friends. You should know by now that you needn't ask something like that Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you should be well aware of my standard charge for renting one of my minions. Three pounds and a bottle of whiskey." I wasn't sure if I should be more insulted at being called a minion, or at the low price to rent me.

I'm not strong enough," Kaladin whispered. "You're strong enough for me." "I'm not good enough." "You're good enough for me." "I wasn't there." Tien smiled. "You are here for me, Kal. You're here for all of us.

But why do you care? What does it matter?" "You're my only Bridgeboy," Adolin said with a grin. "Where would I get another?

that's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion? You have to shut out that voice that whispers about betrayal, and just hope that your friends aren't going to hurt you.

It's worse when they think they're your friend. Gawx, the viziers. They make assumptions. They think they know you, then start to expect things of you. Then you have to be the person everyone thinks you are, not the person you actually are.

Sazed?" she asked, peeking back out into the hallway. The steward paused, turning back. "Yes, Mistress Vin?" "Kelsier," Vin said quietly. "He's a good man, isn't he?" Sazed smiled. "A very good man, Mistress. One of the best I've known." Vin nodded slightly. "A good man..." she said softly. "I don't think I've ever known one of those before.

You," she said, spearing Wayne in the chest with a finger. "I thought I told you not to come back." "I thought I ignored you.

Wayne…" Wax said. "You know she doesn't actually like you." "You always say that, but you're just not seein' the truth, Wax." "She tries to kill you." "To keep me alive," Wayne said. "She knows I live a dangerous life. So, keepin' me on my toes is the best way to make sure I stick around.

You trusted me enough to jump off the wall, and I caught you.

The more alone you are," Waxillium said softly, "the more important it is to have someone you can rely upon.

I saw it in his eyes, first. That hunger, that fire. And then I found it in myself. He's a flame, Waxillium is, and fire can be shared. When I'm out here, when I'm with him, I burn, Marasi. It's wonderful.

I have to say, old friend, you were supposed to help train her, not drop her off a cliff.

Elend sat still in a room full of men who trusted him, even as they rejected him.

No, my friend," Wit said, standing up. "I've abandoned my real name. But when next we meet, I'll think of a clever one for you to call me. Until then, Wit will suffice—or if you must, you may call me Hoid. Watch yourself; Sadeas is planning a revelation at the feast tonight, though I know not what it is. Farewell. I'm sorry I didn't insult you more.

Shallan had found that no matter how bad things got, someone would be making tea.

A bunny rabbit and a chick went frolicking in the grass together on a sunny day." "A chick . . . baby chicken?" Kaladin said. "And a what?" "Ah, forgot myself for a moment," Wit said. "Sorry. Let me make it more appropriate for you. A piece of wet slime and a disgusting crab thing with seventeen legs slunk across the rocks together on an insufferably rainy day. Is that better?

She hadn't spent as much time with Dockson as she had with Kelsier and Sazed—or even Ham and Breeze. He seemed like a kind man, however. Very stable, and very clever. While most of the others contributed some kind of Allomantic power to the crew, Dockson was valuable because of his simple ability to organize.

You're nice and stuff," Hurl said. "I figure you'll give in if I push hard enough. So, can I eat your dessert?" "Bless your stars," Kimmalyn said. "But touch my pie, and I'll rip your fingers off.

Waxillium found himself nodding. "You can be very wise sometimes, Wayne." "It's onnacount of my thinkin', mate," Wayne said, tapping his head, increasing the thickness of his accent. "It's what I do wif my brain. Somma the time, at least.

The woman looked up at Lift. "He's right about that, um…" "Say it," Lift said. "Your Pancakefulness." "Rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it?

If Wayne isn't in here somewhere already," Wax said, "I'll eat your handbag and try to burn it for Allomantic power.