Quotes About Friendship

There's April in her hair. Motion and stillness. Wings and earth. There are tears, and there is... friendship. There is velvet, and traveling, and distance, bones and blood, summer coming again as it always does, love.

Dost though even know what would become of me? Thou dost not." She exhaled sharply. "Friends would disown me. It is our way. I would be alone!" "No," he said unexpectedly. He turned and held his hand to her, palm upward, empty, a simple masculine offering. "Maddygirl. With... me .

We're your friends. Our job is to tease you mercilessly about your foibles, rag you about your upright, honorable nature, and point out to you when you're being a complete dolt.

came to her, not the athletic, graceful leopard of the ballroom at Hanford House but her very own wounded animal. Her husband. Her lover. Her best friend.

I cared," he said behind her. "But as I said, we should never have been friends. Friendship is not possible between a marquess and the daughter of the family chef. That is the world we live in." She forced herself to look at him over her shoulder. "No, Phillip. That's the world you live in.

You were different after your father died. She was wrong, of course. It was true that he'd changed toward her, but she had misinterpreted the cause. It wasn't his father's death and his ascension to the title the year before that caused him to shut her out the summer she came home and treat her as a servant rather than a friend. It was the fact that being friends with her had ceased to be enough, and anything more had never been possible.

Viola started for the door, but turned in the doorway to look at her one more time. "By the way, Daphne, beauty does not mean a thing, you know." Daphne watched as her new friend vanished through the doorway, and she smiled a bit ruefully. "Beautiful women always say that," she murmured to the empty doorway.

She has no use for women, which is why she has to make sure to befriend them.

Talking about the characters in a book she had enjoyed felt like gossiping about friends.

Her classmates were gossiping their way into adolescence, literally and figuratively.

Two people can brave the taunts that one person finds intolerable.

Greenie Coombs became my best friend the last summer of making things up. We were in fourth grade, way too old for playing with Barbies, which is why we were so close: we had to protect our secret.

Because the difference between a friend and a real friend is that you and the real friend come from the same territory, of the same place deep inside you, and that means you see the world in the same kind of way. You know each other even before you do.

And isn't it funny how if one person speaks for real, then the other person can too? We just did that. We just became friends. It's just a matter of finding the right person and crossing that barrier together, almost like you're holding hands, but really you're holding the most tender place inside you.

Oh, Ben," she whispers. "I've sunk as low as I can get. All the sudden. Today," and then says, more loudly and firmly, "You

Because most people are not sufficiently employed in themselves, they run about loose, hungering for employment, and satisfy themselves in various supererogatory occupations. The easiest of these occupations, which have all to do with making things already made, is the making of people: it is called the art of friendship.

does laughing with people you've known since childhood—and "during the activity you're so focused on it you're not thinking about the to-do list and other stresses in life." Indeed, the first time she returned home after this bout of tennis tranquility, her husband told her, "You look like you're glowing." Not bad for a Tuesday, right?

He shook his head and gave this laugh, a good laugh, and just looked at me. "You always this happy?" "No," I said, laughing. "It's you. Every time I see you, I just...I don't know. You make me smile.

She remembered once, years back, she and Deen had snuck away on a Changing night and made a bed in the high grass of the prairie, with their blankets and pillows. When they'd woken up, there had been a mouse, chewing on the pillow between them, and Deen had screamed so loud that Jinny's ears rang.

After a moment, she decided to stick out her own little hand alongside the other two, as though this was the way people greeted each other on the island. Hand extended, she looked up at the boys for approval.

She] was a true light upon a hill. She was a person of humility, affability, compassion and on whose tongue was the law of kindness. Her ear was open to the complaints of the afflicted, and her hand was open for the supply of the needy. If others were so unhappy as to divide into parties and to burn with contention, yet she remained a common friend to all. She was...ready to minister to them to the utmost of her power.

Friends don't count the cost of favors.

Nicole and I worked together on Dogville and we were friends when we started this. That laid the groundwork for our fabulous relationship on screen and off.

Whatever happens, I will stand beside her. ~Lucius