Quotes About Friendship

The critical determinant of the quality of your relationships is the amount of time that you spend face-to-face with the people you love, and who love you in return. The

El individuo que tiene una alta autoestima es el que tiene más facilidad para hacer amigos dondequiera que vaya. Dado que se quiere a sí mismo, se interesa natural y espontáneamente por los demás. Cuando las personas sienten que alguien las quiere genuinamente, están más abiertas a escuchar a esa persona y a comprar lo que él o ella vende.

Sometimes just showing up for someone else is good enough. I

Please not to laugh at me. God must matter terribly to men when they are lying bleeding to death in the snow. The memory of the laughter of friends and the tinkle of glasses doesn't help them when one is alone for the last time in pain and with final knowledge of the purpose of life.

Let's be friends based on mutual hate. - Wallace Wells Listen to this, okay? Just listen. You hear that? That's' market bacon hitting the pan. Today a child is born unto us, and his name will be bacon. - Wallace Wells

We have a mutual friend, see, and she- Ah, screw it. This is Gideon. When would it be convenient for you to die?

Can we go out sometime? Or, I mean, I mean... Can we maybe just hang out? Can we get to know each other? You're new in town, right? I've lived here forever-- I mean-- I mean... there are... reasons... for you to hang out with me?

Scott! If we had a band, we would be cool. Even if we sucked! We would transcend our class status or whatever, and become automatically cool.

Ewww! New girlfriends only want to hear bad stuff about ex-girlfriends, dude, come on.

What happened after my best friend left is that I couldn't make friends anymore, or I could make them but I couldn't enjoy them, I couldn't relate to them.

Boldness, at first a stranger to be treated with caution, soon becomes a friend, then a partner, and finally taken for granted, as is the daily relationship between married people.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

Everything is made of words, and the words had done their job. I could even say they had done it well. They had risen in a confusing swarm and spun around in spirals, ever higher, colliding and separating, golden insects, messengers of friendship and knowledge, higher, higher, into that region of the sky where the day turns into night and reality into dreams, regal words on their nuptial flight, always higher, until their marriage is finally consummated at the summit of the world.

It was scary how a girl couldn't live without friends.

Rule number three: Best friends always think you deserve the best guy even if the best guy barely knows you exist.

In life, there are only four kinds of girls: The girl who played with fire. The girl who opened Pandora's Box. The girl who gave Adam the apple. And the girl whose best friend stole her boyfriend.

Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who's in crisis?

We'll then, Enjd said. What's the problem? This, Mindy said. She opened her hand and held up a tiny green plastic toy solider thrusting a bayonet. I don't understand, Enid said. This morning, when I opened my door to get the newspaper, I found a whole troop of them arranged on the mat. And you think Paul Rice did it, Enid said skeptically. I don't think he did it. I know he did it, Mindy said. He told me if I didn't approve his air conditioners, it was war...

That was the wonderful thing about New York: Years of bad blood could be wiped out with a single gesture of friendliness.

In life there are only four kinds of girls: The girl who played with fire. The girl who opened Pandora's Box. The who gave Adam the apple. And the girl whose best friend stole her boyfriend.

Crap." We were supposed to get boyfriends last year and we didn't.

Yo albergaba la teoría de que el único lugar de Nueva York donde la gente podía encontrar amor y romanticismo era en la comunidad gay. Los homosexuales eran amigos con exuberancia y pasión, mientras que el amor hetero se había vuelto clandestino.

If everyone in New York took sides over these petty, insignificant arguments, no one would have any friends at all.

Being lonely isn't about wanting to be with other people—it's about wanting to be with people who really care about you.