Quotes About Friendship

I will be your friend, then, for the ancient Hellenes said a good friend may stand between a man and his moira. Do you know what that means?' 'Fate.' I answered unthinking...

I aspire to wisdom, my lady. I do not believe I possess it, not yet. But my lord Ptolemy Solon holds that happiness is the highest form of wisdom." I made a broad gesture. "Today the sun is shining and we are engaged in a pleasant pursuit in the company of friends. If that is wisdom, let us be content.

We knew each other's histories and secrets, hopes and fears and dreams. When you need to get good and drunk, that's the kind of person you want keeping pace with you. "Okay

I'll wheel you into the kitchen, Katy,' said Clover. 'I can wheel myself,' I said. 'So what have you two been up to?

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

There were two loud-mouthed idiots, James and Phil, who chatted her up the first day. Jodie had flirted back automatically. Then they waylaid her after school, wanting her to go off into the woods with them.

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Jacqueline Wilson

For my dear friend Mary Vacher. Thank you so much for all your brilliant professional support – and all your loving care and kindness.

Jacqueline Wilson

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Jacqueline Wilson

Rose,' I said. Well. It was

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Selma dug her sharp elbow right into my ribs and then kicked me hard on the ankle under the table. I couldn't help giving a little squeal of pain.

ALICE AND I are best friends. I've known her all my life. That is absolutely true. Our mums were in hospital at the same time when they were having us. I got born first, at six o'clock in the morning on 3 July. Alice took ages and didn't arrive until four in the afternoon. We both had a long cuddle with our mums and at night time we were tucked up next to each other in little weeny cots.

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Milly-Molly-Mandy

I started to think she was such an idiot that I didn't really want to be friends with her after all.

Jacqueline Wilson

Jacqueline Wilson

Every boy had grown to manhood with a family of mother, father and village. A man and woman might have lost their son but they had also lost his best friend and the boys who had played football together in the street after school and cricket on the green in summer. "Who have we lost?" the words echoed in her ears.

As friends they knew each other's history, knew the twists and turns that had brought them to this place in the world. And they understood each other's fears and frailties; nothing had to be explained. Now