Quotes About Friendship

Oh, go to hell. He stood up from the table his face white, and stood there white and angry behind the little plates of hors d' Å"uvres. Sit down, I said. Don't be a fool. You've got to take that back. Oh, cut out the prep-school stuff. Take it back. Sure. Anything. I never heard of Brett Ashley. How's that? No. Not that. About me going to hell. Oh, don't go to hell, I said. Stick around. We're just starting lunch.

There is not much future in men being friends with a great woman although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers.

I could picture it. I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.

There is not much future in men being friends with great women although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers.

You bought me a beer," the old man said. "You are already a man.

He thought a little about the company that he would like to have. No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone.

That's two dollars and a half. Who can we borrow that from?" "That's easy. I can always borrow two dollars and a half.

They are good, he said. They play and make jokes and love one another. They are our brothers like the flying fish.

If you make jokes with people, you create enemies to yourself.

he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

For what are we born if not to aid one another? And to listen and say nothing is a cold enough aid.

An ugly face,' he said to the glass. 'Did you ever see a more ugly face?' 'Yes,' said Arnaldo. 'Mine. Every morning when I shave.' 'We both ought to shave in the dark,' the Colonel told him and went out the door.

Come aboard easy," Thomas Hudson said to them. "Keep away from the stern. We got a Kraut dying on the stern that I want to have die easy. What did you find?" "Nothing," Henry said. "Absolutely nothing.

But I could never make friends again truly, neither in my heart nor in my head. When you cannot make friends any more in your head is the worst. But it was more complicated than that.

Nimeni n-ar trebui s? r?mân? singur când îmb?trâneÈ™te.

Non c'è nessun amico più leale di un libro.

Books should be about the people you know, that you love and hate, not about the people you study up about.

That moron," said Harvey. Cohn came up to our table. "Hello you bums," he said. "Hello, Robert," Harvey said. "I was just telling Jake here that you're a moron.

But we liked Miss Stein and her friend, although the friend was frightening, and the paintings and the cakes and the eau-devie were truly wonderful. They seemed to like us too and treated us as though we were very good, well-mannered and promising children and I felt that they forgave us for being in love and being married—time would fix that—and when my wife invited them to tea, they accepted.

He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgment.

In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship.

I went back to Bill. He blew his breath at me to show how cold it was, and went on playing.

If a man liked his friend's painting or writing, I thought it was probably like those people who like their families, and it was not polite to criticize them.

Women made such swell friends. Awfully swell. In the first place, you had to be in love with a woman to have a basis of friendship. I had been having Brett for a friend. I had not been thinking about her side of it. I had been getting something for nothing. That only delayed the presentation of the bill. The bill always came. That was one of the swell things you could count on.