Quotes About Friendship

sea otters hold each other's paws whilst they are asleep so they don't drift apart from each other.

Before producers decided to keep things simple and call the show Friends, they toyed with the idea of Friends Like Us (ok, that's not too bad), Six of One (what?), Across the Hall (logical I guess), Insomnia Café (no, just no) and Once Upon a Time in the West Village (amazing).

May you find what you are searching for, my friend. – I already have and lost it in the finding.

After wrestling with myself for six months, I began medical treatment. During that time I started a band with some friends of mine called Jack's Car, but that didn't last.

Friendship and sex were really all she wanted from men these days.

Then one day you will be sitting and fear will arise, and you will feel it and recognize it and think, "Oh, this is fear, I recognize you. Welcome back." Then it is as if the fear becomes one of your friends.

My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we'll change the world.

It's better to stand by someone's side than by yourself

Russell stopped by to congratulate West, and Russell said, "I'm just glad to see this finally happen to him.

Celebrate whenever and whatever you can. Wed, bring forth a child, repair a broken door, cut the grass, and do not waste the opportunity to beat the drum with friends and throw a party. It is the essence of life and joy. —CHEN LO COBB, "CAREFUL WHERE YOU WALK," FROM COLLECTIBLES, 614

He told me once about the secret of life. You know what it is?" "I'm not sure what George thinks it is." "It's having lunch with friends.

Ernie's past friendship. Your debt is to the living.

My mother was 45 when she had me, so when I was in high school my parents were the same age as my friends' grandparents.

You don't know who your friends are ... until you're not like them anymore.

I was bullied until I prevented a new student from being bullied.

Maybe everyone is crazy up in these mountains. Maybe the air up here makes you absurd, the scent of flowers and rock and snow. And I've never spoken like that to anyone in my life before. You're my only friend here, you know that? And you're fifty years away.

I waved and cried and smiled at the same time like Mum and Mrs Mack, so Sandy and Jeff remember us smiling not sobbing as they left.

Teachers had told her she was intelligent. Friends had said so too, often slightly accusatory as if being intelligent had made her too different to be quite comfortable with.

I am lying to myself. I am always lying to myself and I really must stop it. I am alone. My friends don't know how to talk to me or write to me any more

And so it seemed to her that he had always been a part of the landscape of her life, this great white bear. She brought him rosehips to sweeten his days, tried to explain how, once they had been flowers, but now were seeds. He had never seen a rose. He told her stories, coloured with every shade of white, and spoke of a sky that danced with lights. She felt that he understood how the world began, how it might end. And, even before they met, he walked in her dreams.

Does she have a name, this woman? If she does, it is known only to a handful of people. The bear knows. He is the only creature of the earth she would call her friend. Between them there is trust, love. Her world is between the dusk light and the dawn light, the time of the moths, of the owls and the bats.

I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.

These days I sit on corner stones And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend Don't confront me with my failures I had not forgotten them

Well, this might sound stupid but I think he was my best friend. Like the other half of me. I'm so scared something might have happened to him when he went back. I miss him so much sometimes I look at windows and I want to just walk right through them -- like press myself through the glass. I want their sharp edges to fragment me.