Quotes About Friendship

Until you get to know them in person, anyone you correspond with online remains a stranger.

Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?

If it is possible to be happy in the middle of a nightmare, then Topthorn and I were happy that summer.

One of our favourite things to do was to go behind the tuckshop and smoke cigarettes.

A friend asks if I know the difference between a saint and a martyr: A saint is someone who radiates goodness and bears no faults. A martyr is someone who lives with a saint.

We read poems from the Oxford Book of Twentieth Century Verse. Neil insisted on spilling wine over my carpet.

The world can be hard, full of trickery, Full of deceit, Full of injustice, Full of pain. But there is an emptiness waiting, my friend--a great glowing emptiness, Soft and fragrant with the essence of peace, The essence of serenity. You are almost there, my friend. The magnificent emptiness is the eternal harbor for your soul. Take my hand, friend. Take my hand and take a step, just one more step, And you are there.

Harry Marsham, who was known as Marsh to his friends, should have died that night.

I try again, with the friendliest-looking man I can find. He's middle-aged and round-bellied, like his group of friends, all wearing University of Wisconsin sweatshirts emblazoned with the schools mascot, Bucky Badger.

I come from a background of hanging out with friends and shooting videos with them, with funny stuff coming out of the group. I guess we got the same charge jocks get out of sports.

An ally in time of need is worth more than gold. (Lady Rose quoting Scholar Tan)

Though no law was written, there was a crude rule of law, adherence to a covenant that transcended their selfish interests. It was biblical in its depth, and its importance grew with each step into wilderness. When the need arose, a man extended a helping hand to his friends, to his partners, to strangers. In so doing, each knew that his own survival might one day depend upon the reaching grasp of another.

When the need arose, a man extended a helping hand to his friends, to his partners, to strangers. In so doing, each knew that his own survival might one day depend upon the reaching grasp of another.

What's real and what's not? People we meet in books--Holden Caulfield, Captain Ahab, Huckleberry Finn, Harry Potter, Bilbo and Gandalf and Frodo-- can become more memorable, and more important to us than people with birth certificates and drivers' licenses. Characters spawned in an author's imagination find a home inside us. They make our lives richer. They become our best friends. They never disappoint. And they never die.

How are you!" Katerina came around her counter to hug me. I stiffened in her embrace. "Are you okay? I worried about you, you know." "About me?" "Of course! Come in the back, I make a coffee." She ushered me toward the rear of the food mall more quickly than necessary, I thought.

This is YOUR book. With it, comes the responsibility to be a better woman. Also a better friend, better daughter, better mother, better wife. Not everything will apply. What

for a variety of reasons, US citizens are increasingly likely to live in all-poor or all-rich neighborhoods and much less likely to live in communities where they would ever even have the chance of becoming friends with someone from a different class.

One of the strange things about friendship is that time together isn't cancelled out by time apart. One doesn't erase the other or balance it on some invisible scale. You can spend a few hours with someone and they will change your life, or you can spend a lifetime with a person and remain unchanged.

Sometimes friends do foolish things. My father told me that true friends are like gold coins. Ships are wrecked by storms and lie for hundreds of years on the ocean floor. Worms destroy the wood. Iron corrodes. Silver turns black but gold doesn't change in sea water. It loses none of its brilliance or colour. It comes up the same. It survives shipwrecks and time.

The very first child to introduce himself will be the one with the fewest friends.

I won't say anything—and he won't ask. That's one of the great paradoxes of friendship between men. It's like an unspoken code: you don't start tunneling unless you hit rock bottom.

I thought I knew everything about friendship and family: the happiness, simplicity and joy within them. But there is another side of devotion, a side which Samira understands.

Giggling like schoolgirls we dry our hair. Meg looks like Andie McDowell in Four Weddings and a Funeral . I look like Janet Leigh in Psycho before the knife starts shredding the shower curtain.

Men always imagine that women are bonded by ideas of sisterhood and solidarity, but we pick our fights and our friends.