Quotes About Friendship

Even the few whom we genuinely adore we have to belittle secretly now and then, as Toby and I had to belittle James, just to feed the healthy appetite of our wondrously necessary egos.

He was extremely angry with Bellamy who had, when Clement needed him, refused to be with him.

Your best friends are in trouble and you say 'of course' and forget them instantly.

We naturally take in the catastrophes of our friends a pleasure which genuinely does not preclude friendship. This is partly but not entirely because we enjoy being empowered as helpers. The unexpected or inappropriate catastrophe is especially piquant.

Ducane knew that Willy had looked forward to this visit. He knew too that the visit was rendering Willy unspeakably miserable.

We'll see you through, Martin, said Antonia . . . So do not be guilty or worried, darling Martin. I won't be guilty or worried, I'll be raving mad, I said. I don't want you to see me through. I want to be left alone by both of you at long last.

I'll look after you, I'll go with you anywhere, I won't ever leave you.

What larks we had, said James. When? When we were young. I could not recall any larks I had had with James. I poured out the wine and we sat in silence.

Pavydas gimsta drauge su meile, bet ne visuomet drauge numiršta.

No one, thank God, has attempted to befriend me.

The presence of so many things which ought to have delighted her and been her friends brought home to Moy how little delight she could now feel and how alienated she now was from all the beings to which she had once felt so close.

Partly, I still felt something of the sheer unholy excitement which I had experienced initially at the thought of a friend (especially this one) in trouble.

He felt irritably dissatisfied with himself. Then his old huge familiar misery gradually returned like an old friend.

Fiona, this is my mate, Frank Begbie. Or Franco. Or Beggars. Or the Beggar Boy. Or the Generalissmo. Or Psychotic Bullying Prick.

Ma best mate is possibly Tommy. Cares aboot things, aboot people; maybe just a wee bit too much for the kind ay world we're compelled tae live in.

They filed out into the cold night at closing time, heading for Begbie's place with a carry-out. They'd already spent twelve hours drinking and pontificating about Matty's life and his motivations. In truth, the more reflective of them realised, all their insights pooled and processed, did little to illuminate the cruel puzzle of it all. They were no wiser now than at the start.

His friends will decline in their numbers as his needs increase. The inverse, or perverse, mathematics ay life.

Ah took a pish oan the cunt, then ah felt bad aboot Albo's cel so ah sais tae him oan the wey oot, cunt's only went n pished hissel but, eh.

He really is a cunt ay the first order. Nae about that. The big problem is, he's a mate na aw. Whit kin ye dae?

He really is a cunt ay the first order. Nae doubt about that. The big problem is, he's a mate n aw. Whit kin ye dae?

Spud gives Renton the kind of smile that would make old wifies in the street want to adopt him like a stray cat.

Just lay it doon ... Renton whispers, looking at the zombie faces of his friends, trying to fight off the notion that besets him; we're not human any more. We've slipped out of our skins like lizards, shedding not just our pasts, but our futures. We're shadows.

No fuckin way: cunt dies when ah fuckin well say eh dies. (Jim Frances Begbie as he is trying to resuscitate a friend who's having a stroke.)

Contigo lo son todas, colega», le replico, entrando en un juego muy viejo. «¿Te acuerdas de la chica de la casa okupa de Shepherd's Bush? Lorraine, de Leicester. Te partió el corazón. Te cuelgas demasiado, colega, eso es lo que te pasa.»