Quotes About Friendship

and if you're lucky you have sisters or friends who remind you when you forget your best intentions. You come back to yourself, again and again.

Your friends will still be your friends, if they're good friends.

The ones who nod in sympathy when their friends talked about street harassment, but whose lived experience involved more shouts of "lose some weight" than cat calls and leers. The

There are friends who tell you, "Someday you'll laugh about this." Susan's my best friend because, with her, "someday" is always now.

And I could see her, after the Sunday we'd spent together, with a plastic bag full of olives and almonds and baba ghanoush swinging from her arm, young and pretty and heading into her brilliant future, smiling and saying, This was the best day of my life.

Once, she'd cried, telling me that she thought she should have noticed, should have seen that I was in trouble, should have done something. I told her it was my problem and my job to solve it. Just be my friend, I said. That's what I need most.

I knew that on Monday there was every chance she would ignore me. It wouldn't matter. I would still want to be her friend, because she was everything I wanted to be. She was beautiful, and funny, and glamorous; a long, unfurled ribbon of cool, where I was a sweaty pretzeled knot of striving

Thank you," she said, and thought of something Hannah had told her once, long ago, about how, for old married ladies like them, making a new friend was the closest they could get to falling in love.

Jennifer Weiner

Ein Freund, ein guter Freund, das ist das Beste, was es gibt au der Welt

international hand of freindship. A cigarette

You should never boast of what your friends think of you. That is true testimony which comes from the lips of foes. On the contrary, if a friend speaks in your behalf he will be considered not as a witness but a judge or a partisan.

I never knew you played the banjo! cried Harris and I, in one breath. Not exactly, replied George: but it's very easy, they tell me; and I've got the instruction book! From Three Men in a Boat

He is very imprudent, a dog; he never makes it his business to inquire whether you are in the right or the wrong, never asks whether you are rich or poor, silly or wise, sinner or saint. You are his pal. That is enough for him.

It must be eight years since I last saw Joseph Taboys. How pleasant it would be to meet his jovial face again, to clasp his strong hand, and to hear his cheery laugh once more! He owes me 14 shillings, too.

George got out his banjo after supper, and wanted to play it, but Harris objected: he said he had got a headache, and did not feel strong enough to stand it.  George thought the music might do him good—said music often soothed the nerves and took away a headache; and he twanged two or three notes, just to show Harris what it was like. Harris said he would rather have the headache.

Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

I had a tame rat when I was a boy, and I loved that animal as only a boy would love an old water-rat

Metiet lauk? grabažas, cilv?ki! Lai j?su dz?ves laiva ir viegla, lai taj? atrodams tikai visnepieciešam?kais - m?j?gs nams un vienk?ršas izpriecas. P?ris draugu, kas ir š? v?rda v?rti, k?ds, kas m?l j?s un kam j?s atbildat ar pretm?lest?bu, ka?is, suns un viena vai divas p?pes, pietiekami daudz ?diena un dr?nu, un mazliet vair?k nek? pietiekami - dz?rienu, jo sl?pes ir drausm?gs posts.

He told us that it had been a fine day today, and we told him that it had been a fine day yesterday, and then we all told each other that we thought it would be a fine day tomorrow; and George said the crops seemed to be coming up nicely.

Throw the lumber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

Throw the lumber over, man!  Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need—a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.

When George is hanged, Harris wil be the worst packer in this world

You can never rouse Harris. There is no poetry about Harries - no wild yearning for the unattainable. Harris never weeps, he knows not why If Harris's eyes fill with tears, you can bet it is because Harris has been eating raw onions, or has put too much Worcester over his chop.