Quotes About Friendship

To Senor Sempere, the best friend a book could ever have: you opened the doors to the world for me and showed me how to go through them.

Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink.

He was truly a man of faith. He believed in his friends, in the truth of things, and in something to which he didn't dare put a name or a face because he said as priests that was our job.

Let's shake hands and be friends, but please, I beg you, stop farting like that, because I'm beginning to hallucinate and in my dreams I see Comrade Joseph Stalin doing the Charleston.

well, this is a story about books.' 'About books?' 'About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a story of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Write," he said. "I'll write to you as soon as I get there," answered Julián. "No. Not to me. Write books. Not letters. Write them for me, for Penélope." Julián nodded, realizing only then how much he was going to miss his friend. "And keep your dreams," said Miquel. "You never know when you might need them." "Always," murmured Julián, but the roar of the train had already stolen his words.

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, pero la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos.

A good friend once told me that problems are like cockroaches," he said in the joking tone he used when he wanted to say something serious. "If you bring them out into the light, they get scared and leave.

I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day. As

Pois bem,esta é uma história de livros. - De livros? - De livros malditos, do homem que os escreveu, de uma personagem que se escapou das páginas de um romance para o queimar,de uma traição e de uma amizade perdida.É uma história de amor,de ódio e dos sonhos que vivem na sombra do vento.

Jednog Boži?a Sempere mi je darovao najljepši dar koji sam ikada dobio. Bila je to stara knjiga, temeljito pro?itana i proživljena. 'Velika o?ekivanja Charlesa Dickensa...' pro?itao sam na naslovnici. Znao sam da Sempere poznaje neke pisce koji su ?esto posje?ivali njegov du?an i, sude?i po ljubavi kojom je rukovao tom knjigom, pomislio sam da je možda i taj don Charles jedan od njih. 'Vaš prijatelj?' 'Još od djetinjstva. Od danas i tvoj.

Gracias por ser el mejor amigo que nunca he tenido.

No confío en la gente que cree tener muchos amigos. Es señal de que no conocen a los demás.

Quasi tutto è possibile quando si ha un vero amico.

Ein guter Freund hat einmal zu mir gesagt, die Probleme seien wie Kakerlaken. Immer wenn er ernst sein sollte, verfiel er in einen scherzhaften Ton. Wenn man sie ans Licht holt, erschrecken sie und machen sich auf und davon.

Un buen amigo me dijo una vez que los problemas son como las cucarachas. Si los sacas a la luz, se asustan y se van

El hombre, como buen simio, es animal social y en él priva el amiguismo, el nepotismo, el chanchullo y el comadreo como pauta intrínseca de conducta ética —argumentaba—. Es pura biología.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

And may you live to see it,' said Fermin, as he signalled to the siren from Calle Escudillers to start displaying her wares. I saw her caress the old man with infinite delicacy, kissing the tears that fell down his cheeks.

Dicen que un buen amigo es aquel que sabe recordar y olvidar a un tiempo

In this place, books no longer remembered by anyone, books that are lost in time, live forever, waiting for the day when they will reach a new reader's hands. In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody's best friend.

Sono cresciuto in mezzo ai libri, facendomi amici invisibili tra le pagine polverose di cui ho ancora l'odore sulle mani.

He] thought he smiled the way people smile who have no friends, with gratitude.

De todas las cosas que escribió Julián, la que siempre he sentido más cercana es que mientras se nos recuerda, seguimos vivos. Como tantas veces me ocurrió con Julián, años antes de encontrarme con él, siento que te conozco y que si puedo confiar en alguien, es en ti. Recuérdame, Daniel, aunque sea en un rincón y a escondidas. No me dejes ir.