Quotes About Friendship

Make a picture for me, yes? So I can see what you fear." "What good will that do?" "Fear is a strong enemy. I would stand beside you.

Loretta Jane, we ain't fixin' to steal their horses, are we?" "You wanna walk?" "Hunter's gonna flay us alive.

I'm here if you need an ear. You can count on me." With that, she left the loft. Loretta wrapped her arms around her knees and gazed out the window at the moonlit yard, remembering another night, a lifetime ago, when Hunter had sat astride his black stallion there, his arm lifted to her in a salute, his fisted hand holding her stolen bloomers. How could it be that a Comanche understood the song her heart sang and her own aunt did not?

She stared at the crude stone medallion that rose and fell against her bosom. And then it struck her. El Lobo, the wolf. Hunter of the Wolf. Her friend had protected her with something more than just lances in the yard. He had left his mark on her person. You will wear it for always? A hysterical laugh welled in her throat. And then relief swept through her. Hunter's woman.

A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?" He glanced up from his work. "With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. "Blue Eyes, a crooked tse-ak such as this would kill my friend beside me.

I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes.

You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend." "I'd like to be friends again--truly I would." "Then it will be so.

As we eyed them over our hot cocoa, we all immediately, without discussing it, started talking a bit more loudly about where we were going for lunch. Yeah, we can be kind of immature when we want to be.

But I got this picture of me with my skis crossed, butt up, face down, in the snow. Then, the next day, Gretchen and I sitting on the sofa, side by side, staring out the picture window, waiting for something interesting to happen, for someone to fall on their way past. Spring would come and we'd still be there, immobilized, and both on diets . . .

entertaining friends, and using your money to spread largesse, sometimes even in a way that wouldn't touch your emotions.

I can be a tolerable friend but a very bad enemy.

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She realized with a sort of depressed relief that she had no close friend to call, to tell them not to worry about her.

I live very normally, I go out with my friends, we go to the movies, I queue, we go to restaurants.

Writers seldom choose as friends those self-centered characters who are never in trouble, never make mistakes, and always count their change as it is handed to them.

It is a great, a pleasant thing to have a friend with whom to walk, untroubled, through the woods, by the stream, saying nothing, at peace--the heart all clean and quiet and empty, ready for the spirit that may choose to be its guest.

Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the seer, the fighter, the fool who takes all the risks, but me, Finn?

He might have been scared but he was brave too. He saved me. Your magic may be powerful, but we are all really good friends and that's so much stronger than any silly spell.

Oh. Listen, this is really hard for me . . . " "What is?" "You know. Being liked." I started to cry. I couldn't help it.

There are people in our lives who are like angels to us...

I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words

I guess if you're really a friend, you overlook certain things. Its easy to be friends with someone who only says things you want to hear. I guess if you're really a friend, you have to cut a friend some slack.

But you have to let people go through whatever it is they have to go through. Just be there for your friends. That's all we can really do for each other sometimes.

They can't just be in that moment of grief with you. They can't just say, 'Yeah, this is some pretty awful stuff.' They have to try to fix it. They have to solve it for you in a couple of sentences, which is ridiculous, because it never solves anything.