Quotes About Friendship

They say the dog is man's best friend. I think it's fair. Merely because the man don´t get such loyalty to their neighbors as their dogs are with them.

There's nothing to read into. I'm here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me." Bonnie looked at her with her brows knitted and her mouth pursed, but didn't venture a word. "Bonnie?" "Um-hm?" "Did I just say what I thought I said?" "Um-hm." Elena, with one motion, gathered an armful of pillows and deposited them on her face.

Don't you just hate that, you meet a girl she seems pretty nice, you tell all your friends and before you know it she turns out to be a vampire, don't you just hate it when that happens?

Feeling better?" he asked. "As warm as chicken-apple soup." "I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?

Elena gasped back, "I can touch the ground!" "I can see you touching it!", Bonnie exclaimed with tears of joy.

And Meredith and Bonnie, who's going to bend some spoons for us next. I'm going to throw you down a rope… that is, unless Bonnie can levitate you out.

She was with her flying companion-her playmate. The one who was sacred to her, who was the other half of the mysteries of life for her. The one who would always be there for her, helping her, watching her back, picking her up when she fell down, listening to her stories-no matter how many times she told them. Loving her even when she was stupid. Understanding her without words. Being inside the innermost circle in her mind. Her soulmate.

You wanted us all back together again!" Bonnie shouted at Caroline, and pulled the scandalized girl into the dance. Meredith, her dignity forgotten, joined them too. And for a long time in the clearing there was only rejoicing.

The Night World isn't a place. It's all around us. The creatures of Night World are beautiful and deadly and irresitable to humans. Your best friend could be one-so could your crush.

Wasnt it Startre who said hell was eternity spent in a room with your friends?

There's nothing to read into. I'm just here to collect my beloved Damon and Stefan is just helping me.

You turned your back on me when I needed you.

You can't tell me? You disappear one day without any kind of warning, without any kind of note...you leave the gang and me and just competely vanish and nobody know where to find you, not even your uncle...and now you appear again and now you can't tell me where you were?" He was working himself into one of his Extremely Excited States, Jez realised.

Lewis: "Oh, no." Kaitlyn: "Lewis?" Lewis: "Hi, Kaitlyn. Hi. Rob." Rob: "G'way, Lewis. I'm sleeping." Kaitlyn: "Hi. Anna." Anna: "Hi, Kait." Lewis: "Hi, Anna." Gabriel: "And good night, John-Boy! Shut the hell up, all of you!

I'm sorry Elena. I know that you want to help, but put yourself in her shoes, everything that happened tonight was to save you and that's OK because she loves you so much. But somehow she's always the one who gets hurt.

Listen to me," he said, and to her dismay he stepped closer. "When I first met you," he said, "I had no idea you were one of us. How could I? But I knew that you were different than that phony friend of yours. Not just another pretty girl, but somebody special.

I just had a precognition, she told Anna silently,a stream of unspoken love and joy. You will be very happy. Your best friend says go for it. Annas face was bright, as if someone had set a candle behind it. You're giving me permission? I'm giving you an order!

Though I'd never admit it aloud, the thought of living forever without a friend in the world frightened me.

Friends are people to worry about, they're baggage.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

True friends are always together in spirit.

Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one's life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Anne laughed. "I don't want sunbursts or marble halls, I just want you.

Oh, sometimes I think it is of no use to make friends. They only go out of your life after awhile and leave a hurt that is worse than the emptiness before they came.