Quotes About Friendship

Never too late or too early for pancakes. If you don't believe that, you can turn around and go, because we are never going to be friends.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?

What about me? Monica whined. Do you really want to know? Shane gave her a glare that should have scorched her hair off. Be grateful I'm not leaving you as an after-dinner mint on his pillow. Myrnin leaned close to Claire's ear and said, I think I like your young man. When she reacted in pure confusion, he held up his hands, smiling. Not in that way, my dear. He just seems quite trustworthy.

Are you high?" Michael asked him, in a totally colorless voice. Myrnin blinked, and looked at Claire for help. "He means, are you on drugs." "Well, obviously." "More than usual?" "Oh. No, no, just the usual doses. And where is Shreve?" "Eve," they all said in unison, and exchanged a look.

Are you all right? The question surprised Jess, and it broke through his black shell enough to make him throw a look at his friend. No. I didn't think you were. Everyone wants you to be. That must be worse, that they think you should be fine.

She was also wearing vampire bunny slippers. Myrnin had given them each a pair for Christmas, since they'd all found his so hilarious, and as Eve marched toward Claire, the rabbit slippers' mouths flapped up and down, their red tongues flashing and plush teeth biting the ground.

Shane and Claire quickly moved to stand back to back. So did Eve and Michael. Among the four of them, they were covering every angle. "Lurking isn't answering," Shane said. "Oliver? Little help?" Instead, one of the shapes stepped forward into the light. Morley. Claire felt relieved, and annoyed. Of course it was Morley. Why had she ever doubted it? He was the champion lurker of all time.

Claire…bitch!'" Her voice sounded raw and hoarse. "You…think this…makes us…friends?'" "God, no,'" Claire said. "But I think you kinda owe me.

You say the nicest things,' Myrnin said. He was slurring his words, and he threw an arm around Oliver's neck. 'Marry me.' 'Exactly what part of the brain did that bullet hit?' Shane asked, hovering on the edge of manic laughter. Oliver sighed. 'He means carry me. And no. I won't.

What time is it? Three a.m. Michael's making a snack. You want anything? Um...no. Thanks. She slid off the couch and then stood there like an idiot, unwilling to leave because he was still smiling and...she liked it. Who won? Which game? Oh. I guess I was asleep for a while. Don't worry. We didn't let the zombies get you. This time, his smile was positively wicked. Claire felt it like a hot blanket all over her skin.

She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. I thought you had to go, he said. And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend. He deserved it. Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too. Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. Oh sure, you always promise.

I stand up from the table and wiggle my index finger at Nick. He'll never get it, but I borrow from Heathers as I leave him to follow Tris. A true friend's work is never done, I singsong. Bulimia is so '87, Heather, he answers. HOLY SHIT squared. I think I just had my first orgasm.

No. No no no no. It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you're friends is easy. Being friends is not.

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it's difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there's nothing else you could ever want.

I feel like you may be a special and kind person. And I would like to make it my business to know special and kind people. Especially if they are boys my age.

What I'm sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I'm sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don't imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you'd had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.

Unfortunately, now that Langston has a boyfriend again, he has forgotten all about me.

From behind I don't see Caroline but I do that stupid bitch, Tris, rhymes with bris, cuz that's what she'll do to a guy, rip apart his piece.

Nick is right, the Olsen twins do have a worrisome co-dependent relationship. I understand those bitches, though, I really do.

That's a nice quote," Langston said. "Underline it and fold down the page for me, will you?" I did as instructed.

Langston took the latest red Moleskine notebook that Grandpa bought me and, together with Benny, mapped out a series of clues to find a companion just right for me.

It's moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

I turned to find Priya, this girl from my school, somewhere between a friend and acquaintance—a frequaintance, as it were.

It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you're friends is easy. Being friends is not.