Quotes About Friendship

Why are you carrying me?" "Well, it didn't seem neighborly to drag you by the hair.

Was he supposed to let Fiona cry on his shoulder now? He hated being the shoulder. He never knew what to say or do. Pat, pat, there, there. What the f--k?

I don't know what to do about Justin continuing to fleece my family. How much did you lose? Alan shrugged and sipped. About one seventy-five. Catching Shelby's eye, he grinned. I only play with Justine for diplomatic reasons. As she continued to stare he leaned back against the buffet. And, dammit, one day I'm going to beat him.

Where he listened some more until I'd pretty well run it down. Then he walked me back and—" "You invite him back in and have sex," Emma prompted. "Get your own sexy breakfast story. I felt mildly embarrassed, and really grateful, so I give him a little peck. A 'thanks, pal' kind of peck. The next thing I know I'm in the middle of a brain-frying, blood-pumping, jungle-drum-beating kiss.

sexy." "I'm not interested in funny and sexy with Malcolm Kavanaugh." "Parker, if you weren't interested, on some level, you'd have flicked him off like lint on a lapel. He . . ." Laurel searched for the right word. "He intrigues you." "No, he . . . Maybe." "As your friend, let me say it's nice to see you intrigued by a man, especially since I like the

Porque siempre sabes donde estan las llaves de tu coche y porque puedes pensar en diez cosas a la vez. Porque no te echas para atras y porque tu cabello es como los rayos del sol. Porque dices la verdad y porque sabes como ser buena amiga. Y por miles de razones que todavia no he descubierto. Y por otros cientos que puede ser que nunca descubra. Pero se que te puedo decir lo que nunca pense podría decirselo a nadie.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON

They had their feast, a happy family group, roasted wild pheasant seasoned with tarragon, stuffed with oranges, apples, shallots, and sage, cooked on a bed of carrots and potatoes, tomatoes. Peas and good brown bread from the oven, farm butter. Good friends, old friends

Friendship's the bread of life, isn't it now?

Sometimes we hate her," Laurel said, then smiled at Parker. "But it's a hate based on love.

BY THE TIME SHE WAS EIGHT, MACKENSIE ELLIOT HAD BEEN married fourteen times. She'd married each of her three best friends—as both bride and groom—her best friend's brother (under his protest), two dogs, three cats, and a rabbit. She'd served at countless other weddings as maid of honor, bridesmaid, groomsman, best man, and officiant.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.

give her a ride.

stop by. So . . . welcome back, Eli." She walked

she'd find she liked Gabriella.

This'll do it. Can you see Tereza and Maddy over there getting pedicures and arguing. Mmm, Sophia mused. They disagree about the name for the beauty products we don't even have yet. I don't know if it's Maddy or the concept, but it's boosted Nonna's morale.

I did the same thing." "You think I didn't know?" Rob chuckled, slapped Eli on the shoulder. Then stopped again when they reached the old section. "Christ almighty. I know you told me how extensive, but

I'll tell you, he's a man of rules. You don't cheat, steal, or lie. You don't misuse animals or take advantage of those weaker than you. You don't spoil for a fight—which is a rule come to be in the last few years—but you don't walk away from one. You stand for your friends and for your round in the pub. You never touch a woman who belongs to another, and you don't give your word unless you intend to keep it.

coffeepot, Glenna gave Blair's arm an absent stroke. "Give you a

have read my mind." As she moved to the coffeepot, Glenna gave Blair's arm an absent stroke. "Give you a hand?" "No, I got this. You've been taking the lion's

If I want Callie to grow up to be a smart, strong woman, someone who values family and friends, and respects herself, I have to show her. If I want her to know the satisfaction of making something of herself with effort and work, I have to show her.

with his partner. Griff's out of Baltimore, too.

If I screw this up, you won't have to take a swing at me. Parker would already have flattened

You got suggestions for me, Cutter?" "The first might be taking the chip from your shoulder and the stick from your ass, then we can build a campfire with them and have a couple of beers." "Add yours and we could have a hell of a blaze.