Quotes About Friendship

As Mark and Tom continued to practice together, they both knew they wanted to pursue the band as something more than just a way to kill a summer's night. And perhaps take their relationship itself to the next level, to finally become more than just friends...The feelings were there, it was just all so confusing...

Your experiences will be yours alone. But truth and best friendship will rarely if ever disappoint you.

My parents, and librarians along the way, taught me about the space between words about the margins, where so many juicy moments of life and spirit and friendship could be found. In a library, you could find miracles and truth and you might find something that would make you laugh so hard that you get shushed, in the friendliest way.

I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends' mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.

For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.

He was well aware of what an ass he was. Only Roman could tolerate him, really. Stupid, charming bastard.

Gabriel didn't need to look back. To see. He trusted his friend. He smiled grimly. And wasn't that the crux?

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

Cloud and Wallfish, Wallfish and Cloud.

It was not something you could call friendship; it was at once less and more. The sharing of such experiences created a bond and set them apart from all others. It was not something that could be told to another person. There were no words with a meaning both could understand which would impart the physical horror or the heights and depths of emotion.

Friendship eased the heart and the mind, but there were times when the touch of arms around you healed an ache within that nothing else reached.

These scenes,' said Valancourt, at length, 'soften the heart, like the notes of sweet music, and inspire that delicious melancholy which no person, who had felt it once, would resign for the gayest pleasures. They waken our best and purest feelings, disposing us to benevolence, pity, and friendship. Those whom I love — I always seem to love more in such an hour as this.' His voice trembled, and he paused.

Whatever will happen will happen, but choose your companions with care. Choose them because you like to look at them and you like the sound of their voices, and they have profound secrets in them that you wish to know. In other words, choose them because you love them. Otherwise you will not be able to bear their company for very long.

Those who are reserved by nature, and who rarely make friends quickly, or lightly, have a natural reluctance to say good-by, if only because new relationships will not quickly, or lightly, replace the ones that are left behind.

Men kick friendship around like a football, but it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it goes to pieces.

I'm not really quiet or shy. Ask any of my friends! But I always ground my poetry in life itself. Poetry is an art of language, though, so I am always aware of every word's meaning, or multiple meanings.

Hazel understood. Being grown up meant doing what grown-ups wanted you to do. it meant sacrificing your imagination for rules. It meant sitting quietly in you chair while your best friend is helicoptered off for emergency eye surgery. It meant letting people say whatever they wanted to you.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who got lost in the woods. His best friend went after him. Along the way, she had many adventures. She met woodsmen, witches, and wolves. She found her friend in the thrall of a queen who lived in a palace of ice and had a heart to match. She rescued him with the help of a magical object. And they returned home, together, and they lived on, somehow, ever after. It went something like that, anyway.

The boys wouldn't come to save him. Only Hazel would. And maybe that's why the boys would win.

CHAPTER 1 Charlotte

ONE WHO HAS been chosen for friendship by an animal is a lucky person indeed.

As long as I love books and flowers and travel—and my friends—and good food, as I do now, I want no allowances made for me!

Is that what they think, then? That loners have no friends?

We care. We feel. We think. We do not always miss the absent one. We cannot always come when called. Being friends with a loner requires patience and the wisdom that distance does not mean dislike.