Quotes About Friendship

The people people choose for friendsYour common sense appall,But the people people marryAre the queerest folk of all.

The people people have for friends You common sense appall But the people people marry Are the queerest folk of all.

And, as I traveled farther and farther, exploring the rich, sweet soul of her, my sense of pleasant friendship became but a broad foundation for such height, such breadth, such interlocked combination of feeling as left me fairly blinded with the wonder of it.

The "long suit" in most courtships is sex attraction, of course. Then gradually develops such comradeship as the two temperaments allow. Then, after marriage, there is either the establishment of a slow-growing, widely based friendship, the deepest, tenderest, sweetest of relations, all lit and warmed by the recurrent flame of love; or else that process is reversed, love cools and fades, no friendship grows, the whole relation turns from beauty to ashes.

And how could this be? The 30's were the age you fell most dangerously in love, Adele had discovered, after the fact. Not with a man or a woman, but with your friends.

No, it wasn't lovers but friends - these courageous, shining people - you pursued, romanced with dinners and gifts and weekends away.

blossom during and beyond her childhood. 'We were more sisters than friends,' Maack told the Reading Eagle. 'Taylor's family was my family.' Yet this bond was not enough to paper over the cracks of hurt that Taylor felt when kids bullied her. Lots of kids found her 'annoying' and 'uncool'. Among her offences to coolness was the fact that she was not

What importance can we attach to the things of this world? Friendship? It disappears when the one who is liked comes to grief, or the one who likes becomes powerful. Love? it is deceived, fleeting, or guilty. Fame? You share it with mediocrity or crime. Fortune? Could that frivolity be counted a blessing? All that remains are those so-called happy days that flow past unnoticed in the obscurity of domestic cares, leaving man with the desire neither to lose his life nor to begin it over.

School-stories might as well be called friend-stories, really, that just happened to be set in boarding schools.

It's a sad thing not to have friends, but it is even sadder not to have enemies.

You think I'm going to let you burn in hell alone? Just don't shoot the janitor.

Most men would never tell a girl her Pikachu smells like a crab cake. It's just not done. But they would have no qualms about telling their guy friends. Similarly, if you're a guy and you pull your pants down, and the girl you're with immediately stats text messaging her friends, you have a small penis. Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea

I never say the things I really want to. If I did, I'd have no friends.

PRECIOUS FATHER, you are the almighty Lord of the universe, and yet you are my friend. May I not grieve your Spirit but rather return the love that you have given me without reservation. I give you my heart, Lord. Thank you for walking with me during difficult times. I rejoice in the peace and shelter of your love that comes only from knowing you.   IT IS BUT RIGHT THAT OUR HEARTS SHOULD BE ON GOD, WHEN THE HEART OF GOD IS SO MUCH ON US. Richard Baxter (1615-1691)

O what peace we often forfeit,      O what needless pain we bear,      All because we do not carry      Everything to God in prayer! —"WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS" BY JOSEPH SCRIVEN

And here I thought you didn't want to break and enter," Trick said. "Dude, shut up.

There was nothing I could do but squirm faster and try to trust Adrian, who was surely one of the most competent mere mortals I'd met in years. He had a (small, girlie) gun, he had his wits, and he had … I don't know. Maybe a silver bikini under his commando-wear, for all I knew.

Libby was dead. Princess X disappeared. May lost her best friend again, and again, and again.

But it's Libby. I know it's her. I have to figure out how to help her. Maybe I'm the only one who can. – May

We'll fix that," May declared. Libby giggled at her. "What? I totally mean it." "I know. That's not what's funny: Your accent came back hard-core." "Shut up! No, it didn't," May giggled back.

She put her head down on Libby's lap, and stared up at her eyes – which stared back down at her with a worried expression. "Hang in there, May. There's some blood, but it's not that bad. You're going to be fine." She grinned. "I'm already fine. Everything is.

You ought to marry her, then. A man could do worse. How many men can say their wife is their best friend? Besides me, of course. I cannot too highly praise the magic of sharing every day of your life with the one person most calculated to give you pleasure.

Join us, Hawke?" Valentine Merton demanded,

I love Prince Harry. Good looking and a bit of a rebel. Me and his dad are as thick as thieves and I knew Harry before I knew his dad so we've met a few times. I think he's amazing. And I think you can relate to him because he's made mistakes. He's cool.