Quotes About Friendship

I'm definitely the person for most of my friends that everyone calls, goes to and wants advice from.

Sometimes you're not like the person you'd want to hang out with. Would I really want to hang out with me full time? No, you've gotta find people who balance you out.

My good friend Walter Mondale is a good lapdog. He'll give them [special interest groups] everything they want. He'll lick every hand.

The girls who like me aren't the ones I like. Or, if I do and they want to commit, I suddenly need tons of time with my friends.

But we may go further, and affirm most truly, that it is a mere and miserable solitude to want true friends; without which the world is but a wilderness.

Some roads were easier to leave than others. Many walked to seek the future, but found only the past. Others sought the past, to make it new once more, and discovered that the past was nothing like the one they'd imagined. One could walk in search of friends, and find naught but strangers. One could yearn for company but find little but cruel solitude.

Behold, my friends, I am justice. And when at last we meet, you will not like it. And if irony awakens in you at the end, see me weep with these tears of jade, and answer with a smile. If you've the courage. Have you, my friends, the courage?

Why can't I have normal friends?' Stonny demanded. 'Ones without tiger stripes and cat eyes? Ones without a hundred thousand souls riding their backs? Here comes a rider from that other lagging company – maybe he's normal! Hood knows, he's dressed like a farmer and looks inbred enough to manage only simple sentences. A perfect man! Hey! You! No, what are you hesitating for? Come to us, then! Please!

It's all right, Beak, to die alongside your comrades. It's all right. Do you understand me?' 'Yes sir, I do. It is all right, because they're my friends.' 'That's right, Beak.' And that's why no-one needs to worry, Captain.

The three other rickety chairs had been pulled up around the lone table in the room's centre. Above the table hung an oil lantern, which shone down on Fiddler, Hedge and Mallet as they sat playing cards.

To the joy and the life in the eyes of my friend, I will fight all those who deem him their enemy.

They'll die for you now. I know, you don't do it on purpose. There's nothing calculated when you're being human, old friend. That's what makes you so deadly.

Because true friends knew when to keep silent, to give all the patience needed.

In the meantime, old lover, let's drink against the night and remember other nights from long ago, when we had nothing and everything, when we knew it all but didn't know a fucking thing. Let's drink, Ivis, to the sunken islands of our youth.

Look into our friend's eyes, Karsa Orlong. Look closely." "I see nothing." "Delum sees the same, Warleader. He stares at... nothing. Unlike you, however, he does not turn away from it. Instead, he sees with complete comprehension. Sees, and is terrified.

Be assured, Torvald, Kruppe's friend, that "bad" is never as bad as bad might be, even when it's very bad indeed.

Murillio sighed. 'Rallick Nom.' 'What of him?' 'I wish he were here.' 'Why?' 'So he could kill someone. Anyone. The man's a wonder at simplifying matters.' Coll grunted a laugh. '"Simplifying matters." Wait until I tell him that one. Hey, Rallick, you're not an assassin, you know, you're just a man who simplifies.

Tattersail loved the man. As a friend, of course. Nothing serious, nothing frightening in the love for a friend.

Well, everyone had his secrets. And few are worth sharing. Unless you enjoy losing friends.

his life had been rather headlong. He felt as if he was plunging down a steep hill, for ever but one step from bone-snapping, blood-spraying disaster. Used to be he thrived on such feelings. Proof that he was alive. Yet…too many friends had fallen to the wayside on the journey. Far too many, and he was reluctant to let others take their places

Words knit the skein between and among women. And the language of gesture and expression, all merging to fashion a tapestry that, as every woman understood, could tear in but one direction, by deliberate, vicious effort. A friendship among women knew but one enemy, and that was malice. Thus, the more words, the tighter the weave.

Or, rather, you irritate everyone, Curdle. Because you're so unreliable.' 'I'm not always unreliable, Telorast.

Would it be enough? He did not know, but it had to be, for without friends there was nothing, no-one.

Death is not an unkind fate,' Darist said above him. 'If she was a friend, you will miss her company, and that is the true source of your grief—your sorrow is for yourself. My words may displease you, but I speak from experience. I have felt the deaths of many of my kin, and I mourn the spaces in my life where they once stood. But such losses serve only to ease my own impending demise.