Quotes About Friendship

You meet people and sometimes they're more important to you than you are to them. Sometimes you just have to give thanks for all the ways knowing them

SABINE THINGS HAVE BECOME SO DIFFICULT. I MUSTN'T WRITE AGAIN. THIS WHOLE AFFAIR HAS GOTTEN TOO INTENSE. TOO REAL, SABINE, YOU DON'T EXIST. I INVENTED YOU. YOU, THE CARDS, THE STAMPS. THE ISLANDS, YOU'RE A FIGMENT OF MY IMAGINATION. I WAS LONELY AND I WANTED A FRIEND. BUT I'M ALMOST OUT OF CONTROL. I'VE STARTED TO THINK I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU. BEFORE IT TAKES ME OVER IT HAS TO STOP. GOODBYE. GRIFFIN

By the time I make my way to the border of Mauritania, to the edge of the Sahara, I see no end to being lost. You can spend your entire life simply falling in that direction. It isn't a station you reach but just the general state of going down. Once you make it back, if you make it back, you will stand before your long-lost friends but in some essential way they will no longer know you.

The key incident for me was that I never had any friends. And I realized that in order to have friends and impress people, I had to do something extraordinary.

could not continue with Syd in this state, coupled to which it just was not fun any more – and doubtless no fun for Syd either. We did not want to lose Syd. He was our songwriter, singer, guitarist, and – although you might not have known from our less than sympathetic treatment of him – he was our friend.

Guilt was one feeling. We had all played some part in bringing Syd to his present state, either through denial, a lack of responsibility, insensitivity or downright selfishness.

On the bus we got to know a newly married American couple – the groom was about to head off to Vietnam, which meant little to us in 1966; the full significance only hit me later on, and I still occasionally wonder if he survived.

Within a couple of years, I had gravitated towards a group of friends from the neighbourhood who had also discovered rock 'n' roll, and it seemed an excellent idea to put a band together. The fact that none of us knew how to play was only a minor setback, since we didn't have any instruments.

I still find it hard to really cover some of the events of this period properly. Roger was probably still my closest friend, and we were able to enjoy each other's company. But our friendship was increasingly put under strain as Roger struggled to modify what had been an ostensibly democratic band into the reality of one with a single leader.

What was it like to be in love – and then to have that love taken away? Was it like losing a TARDIS? Was it like losing a friend?

My rule is, whatever you were calling me four years ago is what you should be calling me now, because I don't like it when my family or close friends call me Nicki Minaj. To me I'm not Nicki Minaj when I'm with them.

My best friend gave me the best advice He said each day's a gift and not a given right Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind

We never spoke of it but we knew that to come within the orbit of each other's skin-scent and cellular hum could end only one way: falling helplessly, spectacularly into the other's gravity well, momentarily brilliant like all falling stars, but doomed, because I loved Rose. And this friendship was too precious to burn.

Begu laughed, but it was a soft laugh, quite grown-up, and it made Hild long to hold her and shield her from the world.

If I chose Kick, she would accept us without reservation and never remind me of this conversation by word or deed; she would close over it like the ocean over a swimmer's head.

Begu laughed, too, that shimmery, silvery laugh Hild would always associate with light along with a wet beach and the smell of the sea and took her hand.

Uinniau assumed the earnest face all men used when lying to their friends.

She raised her cup to Edwin and wondered how much longer she could help him stay king.

Mead was the key to good fellowship. A better gift, sometimes, than gold.

How long had it been since the child laughed and played with others her age?

To your cabin," Tammy said. "May you have many dinners in front of this fire, with people you care for.

Galloping over the Yorkshire moors, wild as a lynx, with Christie Horley. Another life I had left.

We drove in silence. The only things we knew about each other revolved around the death of a man who had been her friend and I didn't want to talk about that, didn't want to think about murder and men with money.

They both smiled, and Peretur felt a little less lonely, a little less lost.