Quotes About Friendship

the moment he was through the grand front door. "OZ! OZ!" They hugged each other so hard they almost fell over; the happiness was incredible and the other voice fizzed between them like an electrical wire. "Hey, Oz!" He got a rough hug from Caydon. "You don't look as if you've been tortured

If you are a member of a big family, you always have someone at hand for golf, tennis, walks, movies. You never have to "find company," so to speak.

Our academic home was simple in its appointments, —so simple that Joy-of-Life and I often merrily quoted to each other the comment of a calling freshman: "When I'm old, I mean to have a dear little house just like this one, all furnished with nothing but books.

Behind all that thunder, you're just pure honey," is as true a statement about Pat Conroy as it is of Jack McCall in Beach Music.

It wasn't till they were on the bridge that Delly asked RB, "So, Ferris Boyd's your favorite?" She didn't mind, mostly. RB answered so fast, though, she knew he wasn't fibbing. "She's my favorite friend," he told her. "You're my favorite everything.

My good friends are Mormon, some of the best people I know.

In this world, everyone is friends with everyone else. In a way.

resent her, or feel like she was so much smarter than them that it was annoying. She played field hockey well enough that

Recalling our band of firebrands to him fills me with longing. Those girls are married now, most of them, and the better part have moved away. But then, it was never the same with us, after.

And I hated how most of us had grown up together, so that we never had a chance to really change. We could try, but people just kept seeing an earlier version of us. We each had our own narrative, our own character we were required to perform in the daily play that was "St. Joan's Academy for Girls,

Connie? We are ready for you." It was Professor Silva. Connie sat up. For a split second she faced the certainty that the exam had gone horribly, she had failed, she would have to leave school. But then Connie saw Janine's kind face, framed with ruddy tangles of hair, break into a delighted grin. She threaded an arm around Connie's waist and whispered, "We're celebrating at Abner's after this!" And she knew that it was really about to be over.

Maud chuckled proudly and Erich shouted, "Welcome back from the Void, Kamerad," and then, because he's German and thinks all parties have to be noisy and satirically pompous, he jumped on a couch and announced, "Heren und Damen, permit me to introduce the noblest Roman of them all, Marcus Vipsalus Niger".

Sadako! Listen! Can you hear your friends' strong voices for peace? As the mother of a child who passed away when she was only twelve and a half years old, I'd like to appeal to mothers not only in Japan but all over the world that I don't want such a horrible thing to happen again. So many children are looking for peace.

Fulke Greville, Servant to Queen Elizabeth, Councillor to King James, and Friend to Sir Philip Sidney.

Books are the most wonderful friends in the world. When you meet them and pick them up, they are always ready to give you a few ideas. When you put them down, they never get mad; when you take them up again, they seem to enrich you all the more.

In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.

Just as we outgrow a pair of trousers, we outgrow acquaintances, libraries, principles, etc., at times before they're worn out and times — and this is the worst of all — before we have new ones.

What is the use of money if one cannot use it to make one's friends comfortable?

If you want to lose your faith, make friends with a priest.

Tous mes amis sont des mots.

She discovered with great delight that one does not love one's children just because they are one's children but because of the friendship formed while raising them.

A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touches your heart

As for his friends, he no longer had any. One after another they had all dropped away, as though friendship had become a burden which he had at first made every effort to shoulder and then had gradually realised that there was no need for and let go, and it had gone.

In vulnerability one practices the art of friendship, the art of the heart. It is an essential spiritual practice.