Quotes About Friendship

If that shit is a Hawaiian print, I'm going to kill you.

Why should we be indignant about slanders directed against a human friend, while at the same time we are patient about the basest slanders directed against our God?

Leaders must draw the best out of people, and friendship does that far better than prolonged argument or mere logic.

You need someone who you can count on to give you this support during your own down times. You need someone who you always know will be there for you to provide you with the encouragement and affirmation you need during the time you are suffering and to celebrate with you when you triumph.

When people tell you their problems do not be dismissive of them and their feelings.

How can I love you and not be afraid? You're my life, Eve, my heart. You're asking, you're wondering if I ever worry, if I ever fear, that one day Peabody or Feeney, your commander—a cop who's become a friend—will knock on my door? Of course I do.

I know love, and what it does to you, for you. I know that it can bloom out of friendship, or that friendship can open out of love. Both are precious. And when you have both, there's little that can't be done.

Friends give you a cushion for the fall, even when you think you don't need or want one.

Sometimes a well-placed lie saved friendships, and sanity.

I'd trust you a hell of a lot more if you didn't refer to her as an old friend when we both know she was a hell of a lot more What she was is nearly a dozen years in the past. Years before I ever set eyes on you. Now simple bafflement joined the irritation and the ice. Christ Jesus, are you jealous of a woman I haven't spoken to, seen, or thought of in years? Even only looked at him for one long moment. You're thinking of her now

Thanks, Lieutenant. Casey's going to be really excited about Saturday. Um, can we bring something? Like what? A dish? We have dishes. We have lots of dishes. He means food, Peabody interpreted. Don't worry about it, Trueheart. They're got plenty of that, too. Why would somebody bring food when they're coming to your place to eat? Eve wondered when Trueheart hurried after Baxter. It's a social nicety.

And oddly, she realized, it wasn't small talk when it was with a friend. It was just . . . talk.

There was the answer to why people got tangled with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

That was another thing about partners, she decided. They knew what would make you laugh, often before you did.

Eve supposed everything about Nadine looked mag, from her sweep of streaky blonde hair to the toes of her jazzed shoes. She had a foxy, angular face, observant green eyes, and a slim body that curved appropriately in her on-camera suit of power red. She was smart, she was sneaky, she was cynical. And for reasons Eve imagined neither of them fully understood, they'd become friends.

Just lean on me, Lieutenant." McNab wrapped an arm around her waist. "You try to cop a feel, I can still put you down." "Whatever your condition, Dallas, you still scare me." "Aw." Touched, she slung an arm around his shoulders. "That's so sweet.

It worked because, lo and behold, she suddenly remembered her good friend Ariel mentioning she'd seen a strange guy hanging around in the neighborhood." "I'm shocked and stunned. What does lo mean? I get the behold, but what is lo and why is it always handing with behold?" "Behold must like it because it always lets lo come first.

When Eve started to climb in, Roarke took her hand and tumbled her into his lap. "Hey." Mortified, she jabbed with her elbow. "I love to fluster her when she's on duty," Roarke said, wrestling Eve back onto his lap. "And how was your day, Peabody?" Peabody

When I ducked out, she was talking to Ana Whitney and some Roarke exec about knitting. The three of them were into it like it was their religion.

This is what happened when you went and made friends. They had to go out and make friends, and then those friends somehow insinuated themselves into your life, or your work. Before you knew it you were hip-deep in people.

I love Feeney." Peabody blinked damp eyes. "I totally do.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. —Benjamin Franklin

Give her a cooey-dooey—" "Mavis!" "What?" "Mavis, I'm saying this for your own good. You have to stop the insanity. You sound like a moron." "I know." Mavis's eyes, currently purple, rolled. "I can hear myself, but I can't stop. It's like a drug. So

Summerset wasn't even where he's supposed to be so I could insult him and start the ditching. I was home even earlier, and told him to go out with some of his friends. Corpses don't have friends, they have other corpses.