Quotes About Friendship

I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.

I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

Death is hard, and facing death is painful. But even more painful is the feeling that no one cares. To not have a friend in the world. Some of us died surrounded by loved ones. Some of us had loved ones who couldn't make it in time, who were too far away or just off getting some sleep. But there are also those us us who can tell you what it's like to have no one who you love, no one who loves you. It is very hard to stay alive just for your own sake.

i think of friendship in terms of love...

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know? And I'd say I'll catch you, and you would say, It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

We saw our friends die. But we also see our friends live. So many of them live, and we often toast their long and full lives. They carry us on.

Any time I let it, the weight of living creeps in and starts to drag her down. It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to her, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls. There are friends, but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with. There's a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.

It's Miranda who speaks up. You're gay, she says, with complete seriousness. And I love you.

It daunted me that you were so beautiful, that you were so at ease in social situations, as if every room was heliotropic, with you at the center. And I guess it daunted you that I had so many more friends than you, that I could put my words together like this, on paper, and could sometimes conjure a certain sense out of things. The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

Lets always love each other, and never be in love with each other. And I agreed.

I have spent years of my life sitting in my room, creating defenses of cynicism, darkness, and bleakness. Jed's friendship is the skeleton key to my fortress. He disarms me every time.

luckily, tiny texts me every five minutes or so. i don't know how he does it without getting caught in class. maybe he hides the phone in the folds of his stomach or something.

They had built a friendship strong enough to withstand the disappearance of kisses. It was off balance, at first, for sure- their bodies not knowing what to do, the magnetism toward kissing still there, because even when the mind shuts off the romance, it sometimes takes a while for the body to get the message.

Don't underestimate the gift of someone who smiles every time they see you.

He's just a friend, we'd argue. But if he was just a friend, why was he hidden, why were we so upset to have him discovered?

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions. There is nothing worse than a ruined friendship. There is nothing better than a companion. Somewhere in between lies risk. Somewhere in between, lies.

Being a comfort is itself comforting. Having someone find a place on your shoulder and be able to rest.

And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

At least I'd learn the lesson that friends can make up for the failings of your family.

I want to keep saying hello. Because it all feels like hello.

I didn't tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after our second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn't believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.

We spend most of the day together at school, but not in a way that limits our interactions with other people. If anything, we incorporate our friends into what we have between us. We exist as individuals. We exist as a pair. We exist as parts of trios, quartets, and so on. And it all feels right.

I said I hated life. You said you hated life. We decided to hate it together. We didn't know anything. Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.