Quotes About Friendship

I'd never thought of Ernie as black. He was just my best friend.

We got bubkes," he said. "We're still running down an out-of-state plate in California and one up in British Columbia. We're making nice to our buddies across the border.

his corporal, Victor Cruz, advised him not to make friends in Vietnam, that it was easier that way when those soldiers were killed.

You'll get tangles." Abby Crosswhite ran the brush through Tracy's hair, and she relaxed at the feel of bristles tickling her scalp. "I didn't read your diary. That was a mother's intuition. Nice admission of guilt, however. The next time Jack Frates comes over, tell him your

Feed him [her cat] and you'll have a friend for life... That means he's Italian.

May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine upon your face, the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

calendar," Hagen said. "I did that for you," Dan said.

Please don't give me words; give me a hug. Don't tell me that I'm holding up so well; break down with me and admit our shared wretchedness. Don't feign some bright mountaintop; walk with me through the dark valley where neither of us can utter a word.

Never do a wrong thing to make a friend--or to keep one.

Never exaggerate your faults. Your friends will attend to that.

There's nothing like surrounding yourself with people who actually like you just the way you are–people who are not trying to improve you, change you, manipulate you, save you, etc. There is a line. On one side of the line are those who will give you the news–good, bad, and indifferent. They care about you and your success. On the other side of the line are those who do not actually care about you and have motives other than true support.

No memory of having starredAtones for later disregard,Or keeps the end from being hard.Better to go down dignifiedWith boughten friendship by your sideThan none at all. Provide, provide!

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

But I will tell you what I say to my children: 'Go where you will; commit what crime you may; fall to what depth of degradation you may; you can never commit any crime that will shut my door, my arms, or my heart to you. As long as I live you shall have one sincere friend.

writers are a savage breed, Mr. Strike. If you want life-long friendship and selfless camaraderie, join the army and learn to kill. If you want a lifetime of temporary alliances with peers who will glory in your every failure, write novels.

she'd seen a flicker of something in his face that wasn't mere friendship, and they'd hugged, and she'd felt . . . Best not to dwell on that hug, on how like home it had felt, on how a kind of insanity had gripped her at that moment, and she'd imagined him saying 'come with me' and known she'd have gone if he had.

Strike had not been able to guard against warm feelings for Robin, who had stuck by him when he was at his lowest ebb and helped him turn his fortunes around; nor, having normal eyesight, could he escape the fact that she was a very good-looking woman.

But he was her best friend. This admission, held at bay for so long, caused an almost painful twist in Robin's heart, not least because she knew it would be impossible ever to tell Strike so.

If I've taken you for granted," said Strike, "I'm sorry. You're the best I've got." "Oh, for fuck's sake, Strike," said Robin, abandoning the pretense that she wasn't crying as she snorted back tears.

Strike would have advised any friend to leave and not look back, but he had come to see her like a virus in his blood that he doubted he would ever eradicate; the best he could hope for was to control its symptoms.

After a short pause, she said, "I don't think I'll be here for my next birthday, Corm." The words hit him like a punch in the diaphragm. "Don't say that." "If I can't say it to you, who can I say it to?

he inwardly acknowledged the irony that, had Ilsa not been so keen to act as midwife to a romantic relationship between himself and Robin, he might now have been sitting in Nick and Ilsa's flat in Octavia Road, enjoying a laugh with two of his old friends and indeed with Robin herself, whose company had never yet palled on him, through the many long hours they had worked together.

Are we tryina stop this wedding, Bunsen?" "' Course not," said Strike, pulling out another cigarette. "I was invited. I'm a friend. A guest." "You sacked 'er," said Shanker. "Which ain't a mark of friendship where I come from." Strike refrained from pointing out that Shanker knew hardly anyone who had ever had a job.