Quotes About Friendship

We should never forget that death is waiting for us. A man once said to a friend of mine in Gaelic, 'we'll be lying down in the earth for about fifteen million years, and we have short exposure.' You have to begin to transfigure your fear...at the end of your life, when death comes, it won't be some kind of monster, but it can actually be a friend who hides the most truthful image of your soul.

The Celtic mind was not burdened by dualism. It did not separate what belongs together. The Celtic imagination articulates the inner friendship that embraces Nature, divinity, underworld, and human world as one.

Winston Churchill lived into his nineties and said the only exercise he ever got was serving as a pallbearer for his friends who died while they were exercising.

God is determined that you should be in every respect his friend, his companion, his dwelling place.

Alexander Morris, lieutenant governor of Manitoba in the 1870s and chief treaty negotiator: "[I wish] to take the Ojibwa by the hand and never let go your hand." We

Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things.

I could live here," Del said. "No, you couldn't. You'd turn into a coot and hang out at the general store, with your fly down," Lucas said. "You'd be known for goosing middle-aged women. You'd be the town embarrassment.

They didn't talk for a while. Johnson popped the top on the second beer, took a long swig, then tossed the nearly full can over his shoulder and down the hill. "Good-bye, old friend," he said. "I'll believe it a year from now," Virgil said. Johnson: "Say, this whole stop-drinking thing . . . it doesn't include margaritas, does it?" —

Lucas glanced at him and said, with a grin, "Bell is sometimes too social . . . if you know what I mean." "He talks too much," Robertson said. "But he's a good guy," Lucas said. "Yeah, he is," Robertson said. He leaned back in the seat and put his feet up on the dash, caught himself and said, "Whoops. Sorry about that.

a political line that sounds like the party's. I thought of you and your boys, first thing. A few other people

Quintana had known Tubbs since high school; Tubbs had been one of the slightly nerdy intellectuals on the edge of the popular clique, while Quintana had been metal shop and a football lineman.

LUCAS GOT HOME, changed into jeans, a wool vest over a white dress shirt, and an Italian cotton sport coat, blue-black in color that would be excellent, he thought, for nighttime shoot-outs. It hadn't yet been tested for that. When he got back downstairs, Flowers had come in, wearing a barn coat, jeans, and carrying a felt cowboy hat. His high-heeled cowboy boots made him an inch taller than Lucas. "There better not be a fuckin' horse in my driveway," Lucas said.

walked back to Wood with a Wiener schnitzel on a stick and two Diet Cokes. He sat on the curb next to Wood, handed him a Diet Coke, and said, "For your own good." "Fuck you very much," Wood said. "But I suppose you're right.

WILLIE PURDY DIDN'T want to have anything to do with Caralee, who'd been recovered from Marlys's quilting friend. Caralee and Jesse eventually moved up the highway to Des Moines, where Jesse got a good-paying job working for an old high-school buddy, selling Colorado marijuana to real estate agents, and started saving for a truck farm of his own. He stopped drinking.

Sometimes the world does seem like it's going nuts. Then, you go to a party like this one, with your friends, and you realize how wonderful everything really is. With all the bullshit—it's still wonderful." They

smiled and the smile even touched her normally cool eyes. She said, "Lucas. I never had a chance to thank you. You saved my life—you and Dan. You as much as Dan.

Catrin Mattsson was doing all right. She was still screwed up and admitted it, but drugs and shrinks were moving her around to the place where she could live with herself. She'd become friends with his wife and daughter, and would occasionally drop around for dinner and a chat.

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.

This is my rife. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rife is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I have master my life. My rife, without me, is useless. Without my rife, I am useless. I must fire my rife true. I must shoot before he shoots me. And I will. - Marine Rife Creed

The idea of spending another six hours with Leon and his farts was more than I could take.

I was just talking about you," Cardenia said, coming up to him. "To your imaginary friends, I see." "They're not imaginary. They're just not real." "Very subtle distinction.

The Scooby gang doesn't travel because they are looking for crimes to solve. They travel because they're one step ahead of the deprogrammers. Somehow, Fred's got them all snookered. It probably has something to do with the Scooby Snacks.

Destiny gets compressed, you know, into just that small fraction of a second you have right in front of you at any one time. And there's nothing romantic about keeping your head down to avoid getting shot, or trying to save a friend who's been injured, or coming face to face with a creature who is as smart and mean and as terrified of dying as you are, and who wants to make sure that if someone is left on the ground there, it's you and not it.

Danielle Lowen: How are you? I am fine. The group that destroyed Earth Station and made it look like the Colonial Union did it is now planning to nuke the surface of your planet until it glows, and frame the Conclave for it. Hope you are well. Looking forward to rescuing you in space again soon. Your friend, Harry Wilson.