Quotes About Friendship

Algunas personas simplemente están hechas para tener muchos, muchos amigos y no muchas, muchas citas.

It is unacceptable to sit in your room alone and scream at your life, but it is perfectly acceptable (albeit not exactly normal) to do it with a good friend on the highway, hearing your voice rise to the rush of the window wind and then hearing it be taken away, left behind in your wake.

Every ounce of his soul tells him this will make a good story to tell his friends—an anecdote in the biography, an incident in the life. But part of the sorrow he feels—and it is that—comes from the distance he sees between himself and the storytelling, the hole that has ripped open between the here and the there.

She is always there for him, and he must like that. His friends like her, and he must like that, too. But that's not the same as love. She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for. They don't have silences together; they have noise. -A

And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt -A

This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to—I don't give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

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 -A

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.

Seria fácil demais dizer que me sinto invisível. Em vez disso, me sinto dolorosamente visível e totalmente ignorado. As pessoas falam com ela, mas é como se estivessem do lado de fora de uma casa, falando através das paredes. Ela tem amigos, mas são pessoas com quem passa o tempo, não com quem o divide.

There were so many other people in my life. I had spent all of my time listening, learning the longings we all have in common. I never took the time to hear them in myself and I heard them speaking to him. The desire for desire, that hope for hope, the possibility of everything truly possible. I had so many friends, so many nods and conversations, so many things I'd always wanted to say to someone.

And how devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the confidence disappear?

This is the hard part about having friends that I feel no attachment to-I don't give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

I have to rely on Laurie to know that I wish he had been with me the last time I was on the roof. I have to trust that he knows I'm glad that I stayed.

There are friends; but they are people to spend time with, not people to share time with.

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.

I want to tell Rhiannon all about it. Because when something happens, she's the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love -A

And at Dack's party- it was like this. Like you had all the time in the world, and you wanted us to have it together. I loved that. It was like- well, it was like you'd climbed up that tree and found me there at the top. And we had that together.

Sinto uma ternura por essas conversas noturnas e vulneráveis, pelo modo com que as palavras assumem uma forma diferente no ar quando não há luz no quarto. Penso nas raras noites de sorte quando terminei o dia na casa de um amigo ou dividindo o quarto com um irmão ou amigo o qual gostava de verdade. Essas conversas me faziam acreditar que eu podia dizer qualquer coisa, mesmo quando estava escondendo tanto

Maybe that's his thing. Maybe he's really that much of a dork. I could be friends with that kind of behavior.

Cuando eres amiga de alguien desde hace tiempo, es fácil pensar que te pertenece, como si la versión de la persona de la que te hiciste amiga fuera la única real. Si de pequeña no le gustaban los guisantes, nunca le gustarán, y si de repente cambia de idea y le encantan, es que se está engañando, ocultando su odio por los guisantes, fingiendo ser alguien que no es.

When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right: You kiss, you have The Talk, you say the Three Little Words, you sit on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph. And you check up with each other along the way: Can I do this? If I say this, will you say it back? But with friendship, there's nothing like that. Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are.

Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

Taylor is a boy, and you are my best friend. Taylor is a date, and you are my calendar. Understood?

And it should be fun. In work and in life, we're all supposed to get along. We're supposed to have so much fun, like puppy dogs with our tails wagging. It's supposed to be great living; it's supposed to be fantastic.