Quotes About Friendship

Stand by your friends. Stand behind your enemies. That way if anybody is going to get pushed into oncoming traffic, it won't be you. -Padriac Moran, Leprechaun, Owner

Sometimes saving the day isn't about being brave. More often for me, it's a joke that's gone too far." –John Murphy, bartender at Bulfinche's Pub

In other words," I said. "If someone asked you why you hang around that sadist, you'll say 'beats me.

No, the world is not perfect, but at least there are those who are trying. You can find some of them bellying up to the bar in a place called Bulfinche's Pub. Follow the brightest rainbow in the sky. Let it lead you past the ills of the world to a safe haven where the drinks are cold, the food hot, and the company exceptional. The bartenders are pretty darn good, too. Next time the pot of gold calls to you, come in and see us. First drink is on the house.

Have you noticed we tend to be "yes" people to our friends and "no" people to our children?

People with no humor, they're outta my life.

We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.

Smile for me, Patti, as I am smiling for you.

Your work, coming from a fluid source, can be traced to the naked song of your youth. You spoke then of holding hands with God. Remember, through everything, you have always held that hand, grip it hard, Robert, and don't let go. (letter to Robert Mapplethorpe, 1970)

William Burroughs was simultaneously old and young. Part sheriff, part gumshoe. All writer. He had a medicine chest he kept locked, but if you were in pain he would open it. He did not like to see his loved ones suffer. If you were infirm he would feed you. He'd appear at your door with a fish wrapped in newsprint and fry it up. He was inaccessible to a girl but I loved him anyway.

Friendship makes thieves of us all

The thing is, it's not uncool to worry about people who seem like they're going on the wrong path. There's nothing cool about being self-destructive.

We didn't have to talk then, and that is real friendship. Never uncomfortable with silence, which, in its welcome form, is yet an extension of conversation.

We made quite a crew, all talking at once, contradicting and sparring, a cacophony of affectionate arguing.

We lost contact with Ed but a decade later he was with me in an unexpected way. As I approached the microphone with my electric guitar to sing the opening line "So you want to be a rock 'n' roll star," I remembered his words. Small prophecies.

Gregory [Corso] made lists of books for me to read, told me the best dictionary to own, encouraged and challenged me. Gregory Corso, Allen Ginsberg, and William Burroughs were all my teachers, each one passing through the lobby of the Chelsea Hotel, my new university.

You made my day, Patti,' he said as he hung up the phone. I can hear him saying that. I can hear it now.

Good and true friends ask what wrong and how your doing.

I chanced upon these words from a letter by Van Gogh: "Like everyone else, I feel the need of family and friendship, affection and friendly intercourse. I am not made of iron, like a hydrant or a lamp post. Perhaps this is what really counts: to arrive at the core of human feeling, in spite of the evidence.

Mr. Blank's old friend is acting up again, and because our hero is no longer wearing the cotton trousers and underpants and is quite naked under the pajama bottoms, there is no barrier to prevent Mr. Bigshot from bounding out through the slit and poking his head into the light of day.

a story about two friends who stop being friends because of a dispute in which both of their arguments are wrong

Eds atbildot kaut ko no?urd un pied?v? Bovenam aps?sties, negaid?ti piemin?dams fragmentu no "Voldenas", kad ar žestu nor?da uz vien?go kr?slu istab?. Toro teica, ka vi?a m?j? esot tr?s kr?sli, Eds ieminas. Viens vientul?bai, otrs draudz?bai un trešais sabiedr?bai. Man ir tikai viens kr?sls vientul?bai. Ja v?l piemer kl?t gultu, varb?t san?k divi draudz?bai.

Mr. Bones knew that Willy wasn't long for this world. The cough had been inside him for over six months, and by now there wasn't a chance in hell that he would ever get rid of it.

We were all growing old, and the only thing we could count on anymore was each other. (...) They were the people I loved, and it was their souls I carried around inside me.