Quotes About Friendship

I have long made friends with the open sky-- Rough are its ways, but true.

She cried herself out in a couple of minutes, sniffed a little, and wiped her eyes on the tail of his shirt. "Thanks for the shoulder." "Considering I'm the guy who got you here, it's the least I could do.

A good friend will come and bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'!

Mandy's friends gathered around her as she told the story-the true and somewhat heartbreaking story of her first time. It hadn't been perfect, but she now knew that imperfection was okay-part of life, even. And for the first time in her life, Mandy Walters was realizing that she could live with imperfection.

I wanted to tell you both that I'm leaving for Korea," Megan announced. "In about half an hour." Evan's jaw dropped and Doug froze in his tracks. He turned around slowly and plastered a smile on his face. "Finally," he said. "Yeah, well, before I go, there's something I want to say to you guys," Megan said. "Famous last words?" Doug asked sarcastically.

Hailey let out a breath and launched the paper towel at the garbage can. It swished right in. "Don't tell me you play basketball, too," Megan said lightly. Hailey looked at Megan and sighed. "This is going to be one long year.

Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys Entry Twelve Observation #1: Guys make absolutely no sense. I thought he liked me, Trace. I really thought he liked me.

Boys? Megan's mind was flooded with images of boys. Boys with missing teeth, their faces smeared with red Popsicle goo, their beady little eyes laughing at her as they lured her behind their house to see their new "puppy" and then lassoed her to a tree and hung her upside down. Greasy-haired, chubby-legged, evil little boys. Boys with worms in their pockets who ate gum off the ground and pulled her hair.

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Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys Entry Eleven Observation #1: Boys are vulnerable. Even the ones that seem like total, complete jerks. Observation #2: Boys don't know when to call a truce already. Especially the ones that seem like total, complete jerks.

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I had friends but I was spending a great deal of my time alone and for me that was vital because there's an awful lot you learn about yourself when you're alone.

I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah

Either that," she continued as if I hadn't said a word, "or we take advantage of the two-for-one irrigation special at the green spa. My treat!" She turned to Derek and confided, "I always say, an impacted colon is one bummed-out pooper shooter." Then she turned back to me. "Whaddaya say, hmm?

A gift is not thrown away so lightly. Especially a gift from a friend. No, I will keep it, to remind me that not all friendships need to end in bitterness.

That friend

What he had not learned from Latin or Greek he was learning from the people of New South Wales. It was this: you did not learn a language without entering into a relationship with the people who spoke it with you. His friendship with Tagaran was not a list of objects, or the words for things eaten or not eaten, thrown or not thrown. It was the slow constructing of the map of a relationship.

Suddenly I was in the middle of things. There were late nights staggering home from the pub, days of bumping into my friends in the street and going off for long afternoons of coffee and pool. Parties where I knew everyone. I was kissed up against walls, missed classes because I was in bed with a lanky, dreadlocked boy. We all had our noses pierced.

No matter how far you take it with your friends, whether you're fighting with them or you hate them for two months, you just really need them, because they're the ones who teach you the most about yourself.

What's wrong with just talking? Isn't that why bars were invented? So you could talk to somebody over a drink—as opposed to sitting at home alone getting sloshed?

There are moments in friendship, Fred had said, when the thing spreads beyond the ordinary margins, when something is said that carries you beyond the little guidemarks of restraint or indifference, like watercolours merging on a page, a moment when you survey a relationship from som transcendent point and see its beauty, the beauty of persons, of friendship itself.

I have made some of the best friends that I've got in this business.

All of a sudden to get all of this attention, and to be away from home and working all the time was hard. I was on planes all the time. I didn't see my friends. I cried a lot. It was quite terrifying.

Kate Saunders