Quotes About Friendship

If any man thinks wealth or power of greater worth To him who has them, than a good friend- he is mad.

Give me your hand; I'll hold you....Then wipe off on me all your uncleanness, all; I do not shrink from it.

Of people my own age, friends and relatives, you are my favorite. You're all those things to me

Baik sekali menjadi kaya, baik sekali menjadi kuat, tetapi lebih baik lagi menjadi orang yang dicintai banyak kawan.

But I wish to give you a wise piece of advice. When a friend is enraged with a man his friend, having met him face to face, let him fix his eyes on his friend's eyes, this only ought he to consider, the end for which he is come, but to have no recollection of former grievances.

nor am I the derider of my associates, O father, but the same man to my friends when they are not present, and when I am with them.

De quien es pobre, nadie quiere ser amigo.

He's my buddy," she said, then patted my hand. "And he's faithful." Patsy opened the door to her home and shuffled in. "Like the Lord.

I cruised into this war thinking my buddy's going to take a bullet, and I'm going to be the fucking hero pulling him out of harm's way. Instead, I end up pulling out this little girl we shot, hiding in the backseat of her dad's car.

I want to touch you in real time not find you on YouTube, I want to walk next to you in the mountains not friend you on Facebook.

That day was the beginning of my friendship with Sebastian, and thus it came about, that morning in June, that I was lying beside him in the shade of the high elms watching the smoke from his lips drift up into the branches.

So through a world of piety I made my way to Sebastian.

Julia used to say, 'Poor Sebastian. It's something chemical in him.' That was the cant phrase of the time, derived from heaven knows what misconception of popular science. 'There's something chemical between them' was used to explain the overmastering hate or love of any two people. It was the old concept of determinism in a new form. I do not believe there was anything chemical in my friend.

Aunt Fanny tells me you made great friends with Mr. Mottram. I'm sure he can't be very nice.' 'I don't think he is,' said Julia. 'I don't know that I like nice people

You'll find you spend half your second year shaking off the undesirable friends you made in your first...

I used to know Brian Howard well -- a dazzling young man to my innocent eyes. In later life he became very dangerous -- constantly attacking people with his fists in public places -- so I kept clear of him. He was consumptive but the immediate cause of his death was a broken heart.

It was dead contrary to the common experience of such encounters, when time is found to have built its own defensive lines, camouflaged vulnerable points, and laid a field of mines across all but a few well-trodden paths, so that, more often than not, we can only signal to one another from either side of the tangle of wire. Here she and I, who were never friends before, met on terms of long and unbroken intimacy

It's frightening, Julia once said, to think how completely you have forgotten Sebastian. He was the forerunner. That's what you said in the storm. I've thought since: perhaps I am only a forerunner, too.

The Second World War wasn't bad provided you were with nice people.

adore having you. It's only Ian; he was saying tonight he wondered if you wouldn't feel more comfortable if you paid something…

Rex, in his early forties, had grown heavy and ruddy; he had lost his Canadian accent and acquired instead the hoarse, loud tone that was common to all his friends, as though their voices were perpetually strained to make themselves heard above a crowd, as though, with youth forsaking them, there was no time to wait the opportunity to speak, no time to listen, no time to reply; time for a laugh — a throaty mirthless laugh, the base currency of goodwill.

Peter Pastmaster and the absurdly youthful colonel of the new force were drawing up a list of suitable officers in Bratts Club. 'Most of war seems to consist of hanging about,' he said. 'Let's at least hang about with our own friends.

All this I learned about Julia, bit by bit, from the stories she told, from guesswork, knowing her, from what her friends said, from the odd expressions she now and then let slip, from occasional dreamy monologues of reminiscences; I learnt it as one does learn the former — as it seems at the time, the preparatory — life of a woman one loves, so that one thinks of oneself as part of it, directing it by devious ways, towards oneself.

Edith and Olive and me have talked it over and we want to go and make aeroplanes.