Quotes About Friendship

Deli olmayan bütün varl?klar?n arkada?a ihtiyac? vard?r.

I'm sure you're right. After all, Hector hasn't done anything to you." He smiled then, as I had hoped he would. "Yes," he said. "I've heard that.

Patroclus." Achilles did not slur my name, as people often did, running it together as if in a hurry to be rid of it. Instead, he rang each syllable: Pa-tro-clus.

Comme dit le poète, Achille est la moitié de mon âme.

Era un experto consumado en lo tocante al dolor. Nada podía causar más dolor a Aquiles que aquello: el hombre más próximo a su corazón le traicionaba ante su peor enemigo.

I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

Patroclo —dice—, Patroclo, Patroclo. Lo repite una y otra vez hasta que la palabra es solo un sonido. Ulises se arrodilla y le insta a comer y beber. Le invade una ira feroz al oír eso y está a punto de matarle, pero para eso debería dejarme y no puede. Me sujeta con tanta fuerza que casi noto el latido de su corazón, como el aleteo de una mariposa. Es un eco, el último jirón de mi espíritu aún sujeto a mi cuerpo. Un suplicio.

I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.

And I was pleased, because I felt that he had seen her, had understood why I spent my days with her when he was gone. She was one of us now, I thought. A member of our circle, for life.

Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons." She places her fingers to my lips, stopping my objection. "It is truth," she says. "Let it stand, for once." Then she leads me to the side of her tent, helps me slip beneath the canvas. The last thing I feel is her hand, squeezing mine in farewell.

It is strange to think of a goddess needing friends.

It was easy to stay with them long and late, until I heard the creaking of the chariot, and the distant banging of bronze, and returned to greet my Achilles.

Evoco il ragazzo che conoscevo. Achille che sogghigna mentre i fichi diventano una macchia sfocata tra le sue mani. Gli occhi verdi che ridono nei miei. Prendi, dice. Achille, che si staglia contro il cielo, aggrappato a un ramo sopra il fiume. Il denso calore del suo respiro assonnato contro il mio orecchio:

I have done it," she says. At first, I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS. "Go," she says. "He waits for you.

For 'The scent of yoga' she chose Black Lapsang because its smoky opening always made her think of incense and sacred spaces- which is what she tried to create in her former dining room, but without using joss sticks because she didn't think they went well with deep breathing. She closed her eyes as the perfume developed to reveal its Assam-tea middle note, which made her think immediately of that first yoga breakfast with Shirlee and Maxine and the yogi bears.

Liz hugged her. "It's all over now," she said. "I'm sorry about Black Magic, but

She'd never had a best friend before meeting Holly, and now she couldn't imagine life without her.

Albert Camus, which Esposito pointed to during a negotiation: "Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

92. Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair.

102. After my friend's accident I take care of her. It is always taking care, but it is difficult, because at times to take care of her is also to cause her pain.

After my friend's accident I take care of her. It is always taking care, but it is difficult, because at times to take care of her is also to cause her pain.

I am getting the bad feeling that my friends are growing tired of me. I am growing tired of me, too.

time in her life, she finds she does not know how to help someone. She does not know what to do. And

Iris wonders sometimes how she would explain Alex, if she needed to. How would she begin? Would she say, we grew up together? Would she say, but we're not related by blood? Would she say that in her bag she carries a pebble he gave her more than twenty years ago? And that he doesn't know this?