Quotes About Friendship

I had acquaintances...but then they'd always start trying to get away, like they'd turned over some stone in my personality and found a poisonous snake.

I will never say no to viewing my friends' vacation photos, primarily because one of our tacit promises when we travel is that we'll bring back a good story—of our heightened state of living and the exaggerated adventures that befell us—and hope to let others live vicariously through it.

He spent his life immersed in books to the cost of everything else, even personal relationships. Friends, he'd once said, are probably great, but I have forty thousands friends of my own already, and each of them needs my attention.

I was in '78 recently, he announced. I brought you this. He handed me a single by the Beatles. I didn't recognize the title. Didn't they split in '70? Not always. How are things?

I found Jane, too, or perhaps she found me. It doesn't really matter. We found each other. And although she was Grey and I was Red, we shared a common thirst for justice that transcended Chromatic politics. I loved her, and what's more, I was beginning to think that she loved me. After all, she did apologize before she pushed me into the leafless expanse below the spread of the yateveo, and she wouldn't have done that if she'd felt nothing.

We remember David and Catriona Balfour as friends, colleagues, worthy members of our calling, protagonists in Kidnapped and Catriona and for all the booksploring they did— especially finding a way into Barchester, for which we will always be grateful.

A red setter is so stupid even the other dogs notice, and cats aren't really friendly, they're just cosying up to the dominant life-form as a hedge against extinction.

I hadn't even heard of East Carmine, let alone thought I would be spending a month there on Humility Realignment. My friends were horrified, expressed low-to-moderate outrage that I should be treated this way and proclaimed that they would have started a petition if they could have troubled themselves to look for a pencil.

El mejor que he tenido nunca: eramos tan amigos que ni siquiera necesitábamos hablar cuando estabamos juntos.

Sánchez Mazas siempre fue un hombre esquinado, soberbio y despótico...nada permite pensar que no hizo cuanto pudo por ellos (antiguos conocidos). Gracias a su insistencia el Caudillo conmutó por la de cadena perpetua la pena de muerte que pesaba sobre el poeta Miguel Hernández

seguimos charlando y riéndonos con esa risa floja que le da a la gente en los entierros o sitios así

Pero cuando Miralles muera —pensé—, sus amigos también morirán del todo, porque no habría nadie que se acuerde de ellos para que no mueran.

Dos-a-Dos González

One real truth is that people dislike admitting that they're affected by marketing, so they'll usually give the credit to a friend.

Rhetoric is the art of influence, friendship, and eloquence, of ready wit and irrefutable logic. And it harnesses the most powerful of social forces, argument.

You can't stay mad at someone who makes you laugh.

Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.

New Year's Eve, where auld acquaintance be forgot. Unless, of course, those tests come back positive.

Rosania says. "To keep them to myself would be unimaginable. Wine is meant to be shared." It's a refreshing attitude, particularly if you are on the receiving end of it. The night before the auction I personally consumed, by my best estimate, over $20,000 worth of his wine—including the 1945 Mouton and the 1947 Cheval Blanc—and I was one of fourteen drinkers.

The world's a hard enough place as it is. Don't spend what time you've got in it alone.

Tessa exchanged a commiserating glance with Molly as the crowd gradually dwindled.

Success had put me on the wrong track and I did not know that there is a kind of success worse than failure, and a kind of failure worth all the success in the world. Neither did I know that the distant friendship of Rainer Maria Rilke would one day console me for having seen his lamp burn without knowing that it was signalling me to go and singe my wings against its flame.

Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.

Everyone calls himself a friend, but only a fool relies on it: nothing is commoner than the name, nothing rarer than the thing.