Quotes About Friendship

Selena and I had barely exited the tent before she started criticizing me. "Talk about a long shot. Joules and Gabe are like"—she raised two twined fingers—"this. They've had a whirlwind bromance. I'm giving us a one in a billion chance. Which means you're an idiot.

So cry me a river about your brother's single vivisection. Also, understand me: I can trash-talk Nix - she's my oldest friend - but no one else had better do so in my presence.

Who's the woman?" she asked to change the subject, though Emma had known at first sight. "Cassandra. She's a friend from the clan." "Only a friend?" "O' course. And that is tenuous, after she hurt you." "You'd take my side over hers? When you've known me for so short a time?" He caught her gaze. "I will always take your side. Over anyone's.

Before Melanthe became my enemy, she was my best friend.

But there is another realm where we can always find something true, the fireside of a friend, where we shed our little conceits and find warmth and understanding, where small selfishnesses are impossible and where wine and books and talk give a different meaning to existence. There we have made something that no falseness can touch. We are at home.

Good food, good friends.

If you have good friends, no matter how life is sucking, they can make you laugh.

If you have good friends, no matter how much life is sucking, they can make you laugh.

I had lesser friends who would pretend to be interested in a night of catching up and then morph into giggly backstabbers at the first whiff of Polo Aftershave--woman who were lightning fast with the put-down joke or dismissive wave, whatever it took to seem more pretty or witty or larger chested to the nighly swarm of male barflies.

That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.

That was what a best friend did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart.

To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can't let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.

No one can get reall drunk on a novle or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven's night, Bartok's Sonata for two Pianos and percussion or the Beatles' White Album? He loved mozart as much as rock. He considered music a liberating force, it liberated him from lonliness, introversion, the dust of the library; it opened the door of hi body and allowed his soul to step out into the world to make friends, He loved to dance an regretted that Sabina did not share his passion

What is the etiquette for betrayal?

Jock byl vmžiku u mne a vnutil mi do ztuhlých prst? jednu ze svých proslulých brandy se sodou. (Tajemství proslulých Jockových brandy se sodou spo?ívá v tom, že je dÄ›lá bez sody; je to jednoduchý trik, který si každý snadno osvojí.)

It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.

We all have our weaknesses, dear friends; so we must strive to be considerate of one another.

You are both rich my friends ... And your riches are the only riches worth having, the riches of content.

Finally, were you all like me, I would consider you so common that I would not care to associate with you. To be individual, my friends, to be different from others, is the only way to become distinguished from the common herd. Let us be glad, therefore, that we differ from one another in form and in disposition. Variety is the spice of life, and we are various enough to enjoy one another's society; so let us be content.

It was a good fight, friend.

When I return I shall be as other men are. I have always liked you as you were, said Dorothy simply.

was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.

Why, I'm not afraid to go anywhere, if the Cowardly Lion is with me, she said. I know him pretty well, and so I can trust him. He's always afraid, when we get into trouble, and that's why he's cowardly; but he's a terrible fighter, and that's why he isn't a coward. He doesn't like to fight, you know, but when he HAS to, there isn't any beast living that can conquer him.

This is all true," said Dorothy, "and I am glad I was of use to these good friends. But now that each of them has had what he most desired, and each is happy in having a kingdom to rule besides, I think I should like to go back to Kansas.