Quotes About Friendship

With a cry of horror, Nubia turned to hide her face in Aristo's tunic, and she felt his strong arms encircle her protectively. The giant was Mindius's evil bodyguard, Ursus.

I think Papa's quite fond of Willy, but he refuses to admit it." "It's very much his loss," declared Lord Hastings. "Dogs are often better company than people." "Yes, indeed!" Eliza beamed at him in delight. "Very much so.

This is a book about friendship between women, and the importance that they attach to intimacy and to looking after each other, and about how, under conditions of acute hardship and danger, such mutual dependency can make the difference between living and dying. It is about courage, facing and surviving the worst that life can offer, with dignity and an unassailable determination not to be destroyed.

We have been friends together in sunshine and in shade.

We have been friends together in sunshine and shade.

My dad has always been my coach. And I've spent so much time with him. So he's one of my best friends. And I can talk to him about everything.

In that short time I'd saved Dahlia House from the developers, found a stray dog that turned out to be a real treasure, obtained the best partner in the world, and been gifted with a horse from my friend Lee McBride.

the most potent reward for parenthood I have known has been delight in my fully grown progeny. They are friends with an extra dimension of affection. True, there is also an extra dimension of resentment on the children's part, but once offspring are in their thirties, their ability to love their parents, perhaps in contemplation of the deaths to come, expands, and, if one is fortunate, grudges recede. []p. 209]

Today women live long into their children's adult lives . . . too little is made of the pleasure we women feel in conversing with our grown children, and in allowing ourselves, from time to time, to think of them as friends. I have been fortunate in having children with whom conversation is possible; the sheerest pleasure here, for me, has been in meeting with them each alone . . . [p. 185]

Nancy, an attractive titian blond, grinned up at her friend.

Nancy, you're a whiz, as I've often told you," her friend declared.

Josh is loving and kind, and he knows me better than anyone. He knows the real me, and he likes me for who I am. Josh is...Josh. And now he's gone. I press my wet face into my pillow. This is what heartbreak feels like.

Hey, I wish we hung out more in high school. Why didn't we?" "I was hiding," Jake said thoughtfully. "Me too." "You?" "In my own way." Hearing that made Jake wonder if they'd all been in hiding, if he hadn't been the only one who'd felt alone for so much of high school.

I just remember Stella Tenant and me dancing in Donatella Versace's bathtub until like four in the morning. It was one of those 'pinch me' moments.

So that's all right then, isn't it?" she said. "If you can't go there with them, the best you can do is to be there when they get back." She reached over and touched his cheek. "We all suffer something, don't we?" she said. "Some of us just go down harder than others.

For memory has painted this perfect day With colors that never fade, And we find at the end of a perfect day The soul of a friend we've made.

friends help friends fight pixies.

She is really nice and everything, but totally not made of awesome the way Issie is.

That Nick is a nice boy." I eyed her. "He doesn't like me." "Really? Are you trying to convince yourself or me? Because I found him pressing a bandage to your head while you were passed out drooling on the couch.

I am not a good fighter," I try to explain again, fingering the edge of my shirt. "I mean, I am really bad at fighting, not as bad as my friend Issie, who is possibly the least fightery person in the world. I mean, I'm getting better, but still... I mean-- oh I'm sorry. I'm babbling.

That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..

He's not my boyfriend." "Ha. That's a good one. I saw you two tonsil surfing out there." I could kill her. "I don't even have tonsils!" "I know that and I bet Nick knows that too, now." She slaps her leg because she's just too funny for words.

I sob and clutch my stuffed bunny. Nick leaps up on my bed and squashes his body against mine, nuzzling my face with his muzzle until I lift it enough for him to lick away my tears. While the pixie rages downstairs, I wrap my arms around Nick's furry body and cry into him. My shoulders quake from the effort of it. He whimpers once or twice and tries to lick my face some more, but mostly he watches the door, and eventually I stop with the pathetic sobbing stuff and just keep crying.

Sometimes, when you are scared, it just helps knowing that someone else is here.