Quotes About Friendship

If there's one thing I like, it's a quiet life. I'm not one of those fellows who get all restless and depressed if things aren't happening to them all the time. You can't make it too placid for me. Give me regular meals, a good show with decent music every now and then, and one or two pals to totter round with, and I ask no more.

And you call yourself a pal of mine! Yes, I know; but there are limits. Bertie, said Bingo reproachfully, I saved your life once. When? Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow then. Well, anyway, we were boys together and all that. You can't let me down. Oh, all right, I said. But, when you say you haven't nerve enough for any dashed thing in the world, you misjudge yourself.

I left him thinking it over. If I were a bookie, I should feel justified in offering a hundred to eight against. You can't have approached him properly. I might have known you would muck it up, said young Bingo. Which, considering what I had been through for his sake, struck me as a good bit sharper than the serpent's tooth.

What ho, Stinker.' 'Hallo, Bertie.' 'Long time since we met.' 'It is a bit, isn't it?' 'I hear you're a curate now.' 'Yes, that's right.' 'How are the souls?

Ukridge was the sort of man who asks you to dinner, borrows money from you to pay the bill, and winds up the evening by embroiling you in a fight with a cabman.

This,' said Psmith, 'is becoming more and more gratifying every moment. It seems to me that you and I were made for each other. I am your best friend's best friend and we both have a taste for stealing other people's jewellery. I cannot see how you can very well resist the conclusion that we are twin-souls.

Dear old Bicky, though a stout fellow and absolutely unrivaled as an imitator of bull-terriers and cats, was in many ways one of the most pronounced fatheads that ever pulled on a suit of gent's underwear.

Bertie," said Bingo reproachfully, "I saved your life once." "When?" "Didn't I? It must have been some other fellow, then." ("Jeeves in the Springtime")

Joss] 'Poor unhappy wreck. I sometimes feel the best thing he could do would be to throw himself away and start afresh. But he won't be cross with me. Not with lovable old Weatherby. Did I ever tell you that I once saved him from drowning back in America? Stick your head through the transom and watch how his face lights up when I appear.'... 'Aha J.B.' said Joss sunnily. 'Good morrow.' 'Oh, you're there are you?' said Mrs. Duff.

She just wanted to see you and say hullo' [Joss] 'We haven't met in fifteen years.' [J.B. Duff] 'Ah, but you're like the chewing-gum. The taste linger.' [Joss]

One of the many things Mike could never understand in Psmith was his fondness for getting into atmospheres that were not his own. He would go out of his way to do this. Mike, like most boys of his age, was never really happy and at his ease except in the presence of those of his own years and class. Psmith, on the contrary, seemed to be bored by them, and infinitely preferred talking to somebody who lived in quite another world.

I have always considered you an extremely sound young potato.

Emerson," I reminded him, "says a friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature, sir." "Well, you can tell Emerson from me next time you see him that he's an ass." "Very good, sir." "What I want—Jeeves, have you seen that play called I-forget-its-dashed-name?

I was exercised about the poor fish, as I am about all my pals, close or distant, who find themselves treading upon Life's banana skins.

De pronto no puedo decirte lo que yo te debo decir, hombre,perdóname; sabrás que aunque no escuches mis palabras no me eché a llorar ni a dormir y que contigo estoy sin verte desde hace tiempo y hasta el fin. I can't just suddenly tell you what I should be telling you, friend, forgive me; you know that although you don't hear my words, I wasn't asleep or in tears, that I am with you without seeing you for a good long time and until the end.

And so this letter ends with no sadness: my feet are firm upon the earth, my hand writes this letter on the road, and in the midst of life I shall be always beside the friend, facing the enemy, with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Y por que el sol es tan mal amigo del caminante en el desierto? Y por que el sol es tan simpatico en el jardin del hospital? And why is the sun such a bad companion to the traveler in the desert? And why is the sun so congenial in the hospital garden?

He was my friend in everyday life and now I have lost his affection, which was part of my daily bread. No one will be able to give me what he has taken with him, because his active brotherly spirit was one of my life's treasured luxuries.

De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas hasta llegar a tu ventana, amiga mía: tú sentiste un rumor de corazón quebrado y allí de las tinieblas me levanté a tu pecho, sin ser y sin saber fui a la torre de trigo, surgí para vivir entre tus manos, me levanté del mar a tu alegría.

Kimsin arkadas, benim yanlis barisimin dusmani?

Y yo, materialista que no cree en el celeste cielo prometido para ningún humano, para este perro o para todo perro creo en el cielo, sí, creo en un cielo donde yo no entraré, pero él me espera ondulando su cola de abanico para que yo al llegar tenga amistades.

We went back out into the night, the three of us together, skating hand in hand.

Sean had shaken his head when he heard. 'That girl's a lunatic,' he's said. 'Man, you got to cut her loose. Her mood ring's gone permanently black, you know what I mean?

I think you need someone in your life you can depend on, someone you can confide in when things go to hell at work, someone to massage your tired feet and your stiff shoulders, someone to bring you tea and cook a meal once in a while. Someone to be there for you.