Quotes About Friendship

You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can.

If you can't sublimate your fear of mortality into sex with your best friend, what's it there for?

Amanda filling the doorway, silent, us facing each other like friends or family or like lovers; and eternity of silence and afternoon light. And she doesn't even know about the cat yet. I will never escape this town. Justin Taylor (Everything here is the best thing ever)

Priscilla was my age and lived two blocks away. For the first fifteen years of my life, those were the only qualifications I needed in a best friend. We had first bonded over our mutual fascination with the abacus in a playgroup for gifted kids. But that was before freshman year, when Priscilla's glasses came off, and the first in a long string of boyfriends got on

Sean only wanted me as a friend. A nonsexual female friend. That was a good thing. There would be no tension to complicate our relationship and my soon-to-be relationship with Jeff Akel. I was relieved.

Danach folgte eine Haarbürste. »Für Mädchen«, sagte er. »Pink mit Glitter.« »Du kennst mich so gut.«

Sie haben Freunde.« »Wir haben Bücher.«

It's one way or another, Summer. For me, it's black and white. You're either in the friend zone or the lover zone. And with you…Gosh, Summer, you're in my danger zone. My rip-my-heart-out and change-me-forever zone. I have to tread lightly with you. Because if I don't, I may never be able to find my way back.

It doesn't seem to me that Siva Peruman or Narayanan are fighting amongst themselves; from what I can see, they're on very friendly terms with each other.

I tremble for our world, where, in the smallest of ways, we find it impossible... to find room for the other in our minds. If we cannot accommodate a viewpoint in a friend without resorting to unkindness, how can we hope to heal the terrible problems of our planet?

Still, we often talked on the farm of the Safaris that we had been on. Camping places fix themselves in your mind as if you had spent long periods of your life in them. You will remember a curve of your wagon track in the grass of the plain, like the features of a friend.

One day I sold my table-glass, and then in the night thought better of it, so that in the morning I drove to Nairobi and asked the lady who had bought it to call off the deal. I had no place to put the glass, but the fingers and lips of many friends had touched it, they had given me excellent wine to drink out of it; it was keeping an echo of old table-talk, and I did not want to part with it. After all, I thought, it would be an easy thing to break.

And the cat went with her.

My dress is of plain forest green wool, but the other girls are wearing beautiful tunics the color of gems- ruby dresses with sapphire mantles and dappled with jewels that dance before me like little insects on fire. My hair is dark as a crow, but theirs is red and gold and even longer than mine. A ray of sun slashes through the turbulent Irish sky, and I see that my friends' perfect skin shimmers in the sun, making them almost translucent.

The rich rarely give a black dog for a white monkey, my friend. It's the way of the world.

Although only seven, she'd been reading since she was three, a fact her mother told anyone who would listen. Sarah was a voracious reader, and she'd found friends hiding between the pages of books. For her, the trips to the library meant more than the refreshing burst of air-conditioning. They were life.

Maybe friendship was not as big a deal as I'd thought and I actually had lots of friends.

Don't side with assholes," she said. Her voice was very not chill.

The white culture rewarded cruelty with honor and friendship.

A man at another table accused his breakfast partner of pulling rainbows and unicorns out of her ass.

Dear Charity, Is anything worth fighting for? Doubtful Dear Doubtful, Yes, many things: children, friendship, the future. Sour cream fudge rum cake with pecans. fight with your mind, your heart, your words. Violence is always a last resort. Charity

Et tu, Jaffa?

Love that defied trite words or even description, that carried with it tenderness and passion and laughter and friendship. Love that made her eyes sparkle and her breath stop when she saw him and imbued life with more meaning and more purpose.

You okay, Ford? You might at well say something to let me know you're all right, at least physically, otherwise I'm capable of annoying you until you do. It's one of my special skills. So one more time. Are. You. Okay?