Quotes About Friendship

She wants to hear all about our day, how long I've lived in town, and asks little sideways questions about my parents, so she can figure out if I'm the kind of friend she wants for her daughter. I don't mind. I think it's nice that she cares.

When Heather sees what I have done, she bursts into tears again, sobbing that it isn't my fault. My stomach is killing me. Her room isn't big enough for this much emotion. I leave without saying goodbye.

I avoid the drama of the girls still neck-deep in the snow, running away from the pain as fast as they can. I hope they figure it out.

Ci tenevamo per mano mentre percorrevamo il sentiero di pan di zenzero dentro la foresta, col sangue che ci gocciolava dalle dita. Danzavamo con le streghe e baciavamo i mostri. Ci trasformammo in ragazze d'inverno e, quando lei cercò di andar via, la spinsi di nuovo nella neve perché avevo paura di restare da sola.

I wasn't going to let her sucker me into being her friend again just so she could turn around and crush me one more time.

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone

they turned up Regent Street, braced together against the sway of the pavement. [The Language of Bees, chapter 19]

Come on in," Elaine said. "She's already here. Pam, this is Mr. Scudder, Matthew Scudder. Matt, I'd like you to meet Pam.

Some months after that, Markham was published, subtitle and all, and the first I knew of it was when I got a phone call late one night from a writer friend of mine named Randall P. Garrett. Now Randy lived substantially less than a mile from us, around 110th Street and Broadway, and when he wasn't home working he was around the corner in a neighborhood

Don and I took Bill Coons and made a writer out of him.

we who have travelled much and loved much: we who have -- I will not say suffered for we have always recognized through suffering our own self-sufficiency -- only we appreciate the complexities of tenderness, and understand how narrowly love and friendship are related

We had not a taste in common. Our characters and predispositions were wholly different, and yet in the magical ease of this friendship we felt something promised us.

famous novel about us all, things began in exactly this way. I was strangely echoing his protagonist, summoned to the bedside of a dying friend (this was the difference) who had important things to reveal to him. Sylvie was there, too, in the centre of the picture as she always has been. Her madness was touchingly described. Of course in a way the characters were travesties of us; but the incidents were true enough and so was Verfeuille, the old chateau

But is there a friendship possible to attain which is deeper, even limitlessly deep, and yet wordless, idealess? It seems somehow necessary to find a human being to whom one can be faithful, not in the body (I leave that to the priests) but in the culprit mind?

Aid my disillusionment, my friend!

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.

Each departed friend is a magnet that attracts us to the next world.

Distance cannot matter - ours is a friendship of the heart.

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

Reynie's fce fell. 'It's not funny, Kate.' For a moment - a fleeting moment - Kate looked desperately sad. 'Well, of course it's not funny, Reynie Muldoon. But what do you want me to do? Cry?

To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown?ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.

There are no words to express how sad and devastated I am. I have lost one of my dearest friends, and the industry has lost a giant.

Finding like-minded people is very important. It's hard to be a happy meal in a room full of sad people.

Ever since that night I've been on the road Travelling and trying to forget That awful night I lost all my friends I see their faces yet.