Quotes About Friendship

Banks smiled. Don't worry, he said it's my balls on the chopping-block, not yours. I'll cover for you. My word on it. Susan smiled back. Well, that's the first time not having any balls has ever done me any good.

No doubt, Annie guessed, as soon as Jennifer had got over the immediate shock of the break-up and got pissed with Melanie Scott a few times in Sicily, she had probably realized just how lucky she was to get out of the relationship.

When your friends and lovers start dying, you begin to feel as if you have only narrowly escaped the reaper yourself, and that it's only a matter of time. Which, of course, it is. In the meantime, there's a version of survivor's guilt to deal with.

She was one of those rare girls that you just felt you wanted to be always happy, even if you weren't going to be the source of that happiness.

He remembered the faces of his friends, bereft poor corpses, abandoned of life.

The group called the Chowder Society had only a few rules: they wore evening clothes (because thirty years ago, Sears had rather liked the idea), they never drank too much (and now they were too old for that anyhow), they never asked if any of the stories were true (since even the outright whoppers were in some sense true), and though the stories went around the group in rotation, they never pressured anyone who had temporarily dried up.

Ignoring the vices of our friends and the virtues of our enemies sets us up for nasty surprises.

If I have learned anything it is that pity is more intelligent than hatred, that mercy is better than justice, that if one walks around the world with friendly eyes one makes good friends.

Dane lived above a greengrocer's shop at 26 Tavistock Street, Covent Garden, with her secretary, Olwen Bowen, herself a writer of children's books, but who now devoted herself to the care of her companion. 'One climbed up a rickety staircase and there was Winifred, surrounded by her paintings, sculptures, a piano and goodness knows how many books, where she would give many after-the-theatre parties . . .

For the unholy trinity of Bobs: Bloch, Heinlein, and Traurig— may I meet them on the banks of The River, where we'll board the fabulous Riverboat

Okay? You'll be a knockout. Listen, we'll buy a bottle of high-price Scotch and take it along. That Vat 69.' Frank

I am made out of water. You wouldn't know it, because I have it bound in. My friends are made out of water, too. All of them. The problem for us is that not only do we have to walk around without being absorbed by the ground but we also have to earn our livings. Actually, there's even a greater problem. We don't feel at home anywhere we go. Why is that?

I have no enemies. But my friends don't like me.

I speak to H. in a bar in downtown L.A. Over a schooner of beer he waits out the day

When he'd sworn at her and been sworn at in return, they became great friends.

because he's Will

Lee saw the fireball and head through the roar in his ears Hester saying, That's the last of 'em Lee. He said, or thought, Those poor men didn't have to come to this, nor did we. She said, We held 'em off. We held out. We're a-helping Lyra. Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer. When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once. He could find food, and show her how to reach Oxford, and those were powers that were useful, but he might still have been untrustworthy or cowardly. A murderer was a worthy companion. She felt as safe with him as she'd done with Iorek Byrnison the armoured bear.

Tell him, we are not devils but we have friends who are.

the pleasure of knowing secrets was doubled by telling them to people.

We all show false faces to the world, and a good thing too, for a hundred reasons. We should be consistent with our friends and lovers, so as not to be unkind. But if in your heart you are not kind, it's better to be false, to act kindly even if you don't feel it, because the deed is important and not the reason for it. That kind of falsity is the triumph of our civilization.

Friends Ã¢â'¬Â¦ They come to your house and they know your parents and.… Sometimes a boy might ask me around to his house, and I might go or I might not, but I could never ask him back. So I never had friends, really. I would have liked Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I had my cat

Eventually, child, you will come to the land of the dead with no effort, no risk, a safe, calm journey, in the company of your own death, your special, devoted friend, who's been beside you every moment of your life, who knows you better than yourself.

The Musicians of Bremen