Quotes About Friendship

see it tomorrow?" I asked. "Child," she said, "as long as this is my garden, you're welcome in it. But that tree ain't going to have changed much by tomorrow." "But I want to see you, too," I said. "Hmmmph," said Gloria Dump. "I ain't going nowhere. I be right here." I woke Winn-Dixie up then. He had peanut butter

It was a friendship born of propinquity and circumstance, not of true affinity.

Jesse and Daisy were just entering the Deep Woods when Jesse noticed a stirring in the ferns growing near the base of the Douglas fir.

name the boy Chickapeckeus.

Courage is a fair-weather friend.

There is a saying about relationships in Washington: If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.

I resigned myself quite contentedly to the life of a vegetable. I went to cooking school in the morning, had lunch with friends, sat in the sun with other pregnant ladies, talked, gossiped, did everything in short that's in the books including laying out my husband's slippers and smoking jacket. (I'm serious I assure you.) And the funniest part of all is that I liked it.

It was becoming apparent that Chick himself had only one ambition and that was to help everybody so much that they would love him.

Leslie named their secret land "Terabithia," and she loaned Jess all of her books about Narnia, so he would know how things went in a magic kingdom—how the animals and the trees must be protected and how a ruler must behave.

Jess tried going to Terabithia alone, but it was no good. It needed Leslie to make the magic.

Allí, en su lugar secreto, sus sentimientos hervían dentro de él como un guisado en la lumbre; algunos eran tristes por su soledad, pero también había rastros de felicidad. Poder ser su único amigo en el mundo como ella lo era para él, le llenaba de satisfacción.

Bridge to Terabithia takes us by the hand and leads us into a room that we have never entered before. After we read this story, we cannot unknow what we now know. We are devastated, emotionally rent. But still: we feel held, loved, seen. Someone trusted us enough to tell us the truth; and because of that, the room is golden, brimful of light.

Jess's feelings about Leslie's father poked up like a canker sore. You keep biting it, and it gets bigger and worse instead of better.

They gave Jesse all of Leslie's books and her paint set with three pads of real watercolor paper.

The idea of living in the same house for all your childhood and having the same knot of devoted friends seemed magical to me, who had lived in thirteen different places by the time I was thirteen.

for them, not just something that makes you feel good giving it. Because Mrs. Myers had helped him already by understanding that he would never forget Leslie. He thought about it all day, how before Leslie came, he had been a nothing—a stupid, weird little kid who drew funny pictures and chased around a cow

My dearest Friend, As I am urging our students to write a note to their mothers away from Shanghai, I think of you as a mother to so many of our Chinese girls. The greatness and depth of your love only God knows how to measure and reward you. Thinking of you has always been an inspiration to me. I love you. Lovingly yours, Tszo-Sing Chen

Leslie was more than his friend. She was his other, more exciting self - his way to Terabithia and all the worlds beyond.

Terabithia was like a castle where you came to be knighted. After you stayed for a while and grew strong you had to move on. For hadn't Leslie, even in Terabithia, tried to push back the walls of his mind and make him see beyond to the shining world - huge and terrible and beautiful and very fragile? (Handle with care - everything - even the predators.)

I stayed with the Navajo for several years. I had no idea how to get home! But one day another captured New Mexican arrived. He was a boy, just twelve or so, but he told me he knew how to get back to the nearest town. He was determined to run away, and when the time came, I—I ran with him.

It troubles me that among my few remaining acquaintances there is no one with whom I can share my enthusiasm for these new things.

I have never hated the individual Jew -- yourself I have always cherished as a friend, but you will know that I speak in all honesty when I say I have loved you, not because of your race but in spite of it.

Glad to eat ya', I mean meet ya' - Digger

I don't think real friends would be jealous. -Primrose