Quotes About Friendship

isaac knows how stupid i find these things, and he finds them just as stupid as i do. like lol. now, if there's anything stupider than buddy lists, it's lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone's laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!

When I was younger, I craved friendship and closeness. I make bonds without acknowledging how quickly and permanently they would break. I took people lives' personally. I felt their friends could be my friends, their parents could be their parents. But after awhile, I had to stop. It was too heartbreaking to live with too many separations.

The first time the three of us went to the movies together, he waited until you went to get popcorn, and then he said, You don't mind, do you? And I'd been so moved that he'd asked, that he wanted my permission.

The smell of the nail polish made me think of Amber and the rest of my friends. I missed them, but in theory. It wasn't them I missed, but friendship. QUITE YET.

If you want to be loved, be lovable. It's a good place to start.

Danny is amazed that he feels so comfortable. He is amazed that while there are some people you can see every day and not say a word to, there are other people whom you can see once a year-or once a decade, or once a life-and say anything.

They'd been friends for a little while but they'd never talked about how they felt.

It's good to share a life—and it's good to share minutes and hours, too, Danny thinks. With a wife. With a husband. With a boyfriend, girlfriend, best friend. With a fling. With a brother.

Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters, my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty, sucking helium, and the most trust I've ever felt for anyone, including myself.

well, LOVE and gay rights - three cheers for straight girls who max out on helping gay guys)

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend and was going to show him possibilities.

But this is what losing most of your friends does: It makes you unafraid. Whatever anyone threatens, whatever anyone is offended by, it doesn't matter, because you have already survived much, much worse. In fact, you are still surviving. You survive every single, blessed

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.

He didn't want to say Let's just be friends or I hope we can stay friends, because that made friendship sound like a consolation prize, the blue ribbon to look at distractedly while someone else walks off with the gold cup. No, what he said was: I think you and I will be even closer, and that we will be even better together and more to each other if we're best friends, not boyfriends.

My peers are my role models, and my role models are my peers. Which is extraordinary.

It's good to have each other, but you also need to have your own people, your own experiences.

it is hard for us to be alone between school and our friends and our families and his track practice and my literary magazine. so this pause is heaven, feeling entirely open

and all I could think was that I should have been the one with the camera, because the two of you were such a funny picture. Instead, we have this blurry, happy shot, which must mean something to you if you carry it around like this, folded to fit.

Elijah, as always, is being unusually kind. While he himself is not lonely, he doesn't mind talking to lonely people. He is the Mother Teresa of banter.

This, I've discovered, is the best way to waste time, because it isn't really wasted -- surrounded by friends, talking crap and sometimes talking for real, with snacks around and something on a screen.

We have become—although I'd never say this out loud—something like a model couple. The secret? We like each other. I mean, we really like each other. We know when to keep our space and when to share it.

Tiny is trying his darnedest to start a musical conversation with Phil, but at first, Phil's not into it. Luckily, Tiny's persistent—like Angel in Rent, but without the cross-dressing and the specter of AIDS hovering over everything.

We're not gay. We're eight.

It's weird how much that helps. To have one other person know the truth. To have that reflecting back at me. I don't actually need the world to know. Just one or two people.