Quotes About Friendship

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down.

You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all.

Rhage stepped out in front of him (JM), Hey, hi! How are you? Hollywood stuck his hand out. I'd like to introduce myself. I'm the piece of meat that's going to force you headfirst into your buddy Quinn's Hummer as soon as it gets here. Just figured I'd introduced myself before I rope your ass and throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sand.

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Butch: -I hear ya. No one's biz but yours. One question though Vishous: -What Butch: -When the females tie you down, do they paint your toe-nails and shit? Or just do your makeup? Wait... they tickle your pits with feather, right?

If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.

W:At least I'm not pussy-whipped! T:Nice. Fucking. Suit. --Wrath to Tohr

Qhuinn stopped breathing, focusing everything he had on the male who had been his best friend and his never-been lover… and the ever-after that was never going to happen. Even after all the things that had gone on between them, and all the fuckups on his end, which were legendary, Blay still had his back. "I love you," Qhuinn blurted into the silence.

I catch you without your ahstrux nohtrum again, I'm turning you in. Qhuinn cursed. Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.

As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

V? Butch said. Don't leave, okay? Never. V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male.

Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come? Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all.

You're a good Irishman, right? When Butch nodded, V said, Irish, Irish… let me think. Yeah… Vishous's eyes sobered, and in a voice that cracked, he said, May the road rise to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rains fall soft upon your fields. And… my dearest friend… until we meet again may the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand.

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.

Vishous to Qhuinn: Listen, I gotta go. I need both hands to hold my gut as I laugh my ass off attcha. Later.

V chuckled. I had to do something to shut you up. Every damn time I've run into you since I grew it, you ask me if I've French-kissed a tailpipe. (Rhage)

Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.

Fuck. Me, Vishous Breathed. I will so pass on that, Lassiter muttered.

Rhage's hand landed on Butch's shoulder. Besides, you don't look a thing like him. I mean...hello? You're this beefy Irish boy. He's like...bus exhaust or some shit.

I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing...

Blay: Better than the full bifta. Especially because Qhuinn was beautiful to watch when he had sex. Just….beautitful. Back when Blay had tried to do the hetero thing, the two had tag-teamed a number of human females – not that he could have recalled any of the women's faces, bodies, or names. It had always been about Qhuinn for him. Always.

After shoving his former clothes inside, Xcor found himself bowing at the waist. Your assistance has been much appreciated. Antoine raised his palm like he was getting ready to do a clap on the shoulder again. But once more, he caught himself and smiled instead. Knock her dead, my man. Oh, no. Xcor shook his head. That shan't be necessary. This one I like.

Tohr took a pull of his beer. "What the hell is this?" "When Harry Met Sally." Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. "What?" "Shut it. After this, we're going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember—the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride—" Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. "Okay. Right. Have fun with this—

I'll cab it home. Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed. Before I leave I'll get the coffee machine set up. Aspirin will be right next to the sugar bowl. I don't have a sugar bowl. So it'll be next to the bag. Butch smiled. You'd have made a great wife, Jose. That's what mine tells me.