Quotes About Friendship

I had to remember how to eat afterward. It was like my throat'd close up. And if I ate too much, I'd lose it from my belly. Callie helped me get my strength up." Seth slid both hands into his hair. "And I started for home.

cave-in?" "I'll tell you everything while we're walking out." Rafe smiled and looked at Seth.

we never quit on each other. None of us. Each of us ran into trouble, and through it all, right up to today, we all stuck together.

I didn't expect you to do all this work, Maizy. You probably don't even need to come over every day." And that made him feel so sorry for himself. What would he do without her company?

Without the letters of condolence, telegrams of congratulations, and occasional postcards, the friendship of a separated friend is not a social reality. It has no existence without the rites of friendship. Social rituals create a reality which would be nothing without them. It is not too much to say that ritual is more to society than words are to thought. For it is very possible to know something and then find words for it. But it is impossible to have social relations without symbolic acts.

I wished that the chains would break and the wind would sweep me up, up, up into the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, to some marvelous kingdom where no one ever changed and friends were friends for life.

With an all-or-nothing mind-set, you tend to judge yourself relentlessly…Eeyore becomes your best friend.

When I became a Christian as a teenager, I gathered a false belief to myself that my Christian friends would be my forever friends. Surely, since we both loved Jesus and followed Him, we would always be in each other's lives. No one would hurt the other -- because Jesus! It didn't take long for that theory of mine to be tested by reality.

When I've been in my dramatic states, friends who look beyond my spiraling downward are quick (and kind) to remind me of what is good in my life. They tell me the truth. This world is not all about me, nor am I just about to slip off the precipice of sadness. They help me see the blessings in the mess, the beauty underlying the mayhem. And when I have a dramatic friend, I can also offer this same perspective.

She fascinated me, her contradictions, her secrets, and the girl that sometimes surfaced from beneath her tough soldier exterior, like when she spotted the wish stalks on the bank. The girl who forgot who I was and pressed a wish stalk to my ankle. In another world, another circumstance, I think we might have been friends. Or more.

There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.

Colonel Sven Haverstrom of the Dalbreck Royal Guard, Assigned Steward of Crown Prince Jaxon. The others laughed at that title. They were free with their jest and jabs, even with an officer who outranked them, but Sven gave it back as good as he got it. Officer Jeb McCance, Falworth Special Forces. Officer Tavish Baird, Tactician, Fourth Battalion. Officer Orrin del Aransas, Falworth First Archer Assault Unit.

Which weakness shall I tell her? "I walk funny," I say, and she's satisfied with that. (inside joke)

I woke up on the floor of Lia's wagon and thought she had finally planted an ax in my skull.

Safe travels, my friend," Rafe said, smiling as he gently nudged the boy's shoulder. That was all it took. The boy lost his hold and fell like a rock into the mud. This time the spray flew higher, spattering Rafe's chest. He rubbed the drops of mud in with his sweat and grinned. The crowd went wild, and a few girls standing near me whispered among themselves. I thought it was time for him to put his shirt back on.

Not that either he or Kaden was lazy. They were both always eager to pitch in, Kaden fixing the wheel on Berdi's wagon without any prompting, and Rafe proving himself as an experienced farmhand, clearing the trenches in Berdi's vegetable garden and repairing its sticky sluice gate. Gwyneth and I both watched with more than a little interest as he swung the hoe and lifted heavy rocks to reinforce the channel. Perhaps,

Wren's hands slapped the table. "Imara's knives!" "Yes!" Synové answered, and the two began excitedly chattering about their qualities, forgetting about the rest of us.

She whirled and saw her cohorts at the end of the walk. Mason held the one with long red braids by the arm.

I'm afraid of everything. Myself. Mother. Lily. Friends who haunt me in the night. Even going to school, which is something I asked for. If I have attitude, it is hiding somewhere deep, someplace I'm afraid I may never find. Jenna

As he sat in the deep embrasure of a mullioned window, talking to my lady, his mind wandered away to shady Figtree Court, and he thought of poor George Talboys smoking his solitary cigar in the room with the birds and canaries.

So many people com einto our lives and then leave the way they came. But there are those precious few who touch our hearts so deeply we will never be the same.

A constant FRIEND is a thing rare and hard to find.

A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and indeed, all the sweets of life.

Friend is a gift you give yourself.