Quotes About Friendship

And although I appreciated their kindness more than they would ever know, it's a fact that friends last longer the less you use them.

And as my friend, you should be doing your utmost to prevent me from making a mistake that will result in a great deal of pain." "You've already had the pain," he pointed out. "Now you may as well have the pleasure of making the mistake." "My God," Aline whispered, squeezing his arm tightly, "you are such a terrible influence, Adam." "I try," he murmured, smiling down at her.

As your friend, I should probably advise you not to do something that you may regret later." Adam smiled as he added, "Of course, one tends to miss out on a great deal of fun that way." "Adam," she chided, "are you encouraging me to do the wrong thing?" "Only if you promise to tell me all about it afterward.

I'll come to an agreement with Severin as quickly as possible. It would be easier if he left negotiations to his director, but for some reason he's decided to handle it himself." "As we both know, Severin loves nothing more than to argue with his friends." "Which explains why he doesn't have more of them.

I don't improve on closer acquaintance." "Actually, the closer you are, the more I like you.

You'd be surprised what people say across the manicure table.

Before they even reached the front door, it opened and a small, silver-gray terrier came bounding out. He stopped a few yards away from Merritt and growled. "Hello, Wallace," she said with a faint smile, and stood still as he came to her. The terrier circled around her, sniffing at her skirts. In a moment he gazed up at her with bright eyes and a wagging tail, and let her pet him. "What a handsome boy you are," she exclaimed, smoothing his fur.

I wonder," he said to Merripen, "what Hunt knows about Harrow? Do you know him well enough to ask?" "Yes," Merripen said. "But even if I didn't, I wouldn't leave this place until I made him tell me." That made Leo chuckle. "You may be the only one in this entire mansion who would dare try to 'make' Simon Hunt do anything. He's a bloody big bastard." "So am I," came Merripen's grim reply.

He wouldn't have done this before, you know. He used to have more sense than to risk his neck for someone else. Especially strangers. The numbskull." Kathleen smiled. Swallowing back the tightness in her throat, she reached out and smoothed his hair back. "My dear friend," she whispered, "I'm sorry to have to say this…but you would have done the same thing.

A true friend doesn't let another friend drool when a man is present.

Evie, Duchess of Kingston, had spent a perfectly wonderful afternoon with her three closest friends at Lord Westcliff's estate. Long ago, she had met Annabelle, Lillian, and Daisy during her first London Season, when they had been a group of wallflowers sitting in chairs at the side of the ballroom. While becoming acquainted, it had occurred to them that instead of competing for gentlemen's attentions, they would do better to help each other, and so a lifelong friendship had blossomed.

You're not my best friend," West said, after taking a swallow of brandy. "You're not even my third best friend.

They did what friends do when all else has failed…they sat with her in companionable silence…and let her know they cared.

Pandora frowned, reaching up to her hair. Gingerly touching the pinned section Cassandra had been working on, she said, "These don't feel like puffs. They feel like giant caterpillars." A swift smile was wrenched from Kathleen's lips as she regarded the pair. Heaven help her, she loved the two of them.

Lillian and Daisy were sisters from New York. Their family, the Bowmans, were astonishingly, vulgarly, almost unimaginably wealthy, having made their fortune with a soap manufacturing business. They had no good blood, no manners, and no social patrons. Lillian was a fiercely loving friend, but also strong-willed and bossy. And Daisy was a dreamer who often fretted that real life was never quite as interesting as the novels she read so voraciously.

most lives are not distinguished by great achievements. They are measured by an infinite number of small ones. Each time you do a kindness for someone or bring a smile to his face, it gives your life meaning. Never doubt your value, little friend. The world would be a dismal place without Daisy Bowman in it.

I thought he was your friend." "Oh, he is. But have no illusions about Winterborne. He's not like any man you've ever known, nor is he someone your parents would have allowed you to meet in society.

I'm glad that you're going to take care of Mr. Winterborne. He needs you." "Yes," Quincy had said feelingly. "He does.

Can't he show hospitality to a friend without an ulterior motive?" West parried. She shook her head. "Everything your brother does has an ulterior motive.

Griff, I don't know that I'm ready to be convinced. It would change my whole life," Luna said. "I love him. He's my best friend. He's my family. He's all I have.

You and Owen were fine when he was a murder suspect, but after his name is cleared you don't talk to him?" Mason said. "That doesn't make any sense.

Whatever it was had become essential to their lives. The pair had been inseparable since the day Owen stuck his fingers in Luna's mouth.

You do know Chris is thoroughly fucked-up, don't you?" My reply is instant, defensive. Protective. "Aren't we all?" "Not like Chris." I don't ask how he knows. It could be the club. Maybe a friendship that once was and is now lost. It doesn't matter. "It's his imperfections that make him perfect," I reply, and there is conviction in my voice.

I don't have a lot of friends walking around I might borrow clothes from. And with good reason: the people I care about disappear.