Quotes About Friendship

I was doing something useful. Something useful no matter how you look at it. Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people's ideas, like listening to music (oh yes), like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach. And you, who are so kind, now you must be asking: What did you read, Barry? I read everything.

Los amigos de Haas se llamaban el Tormenta, el Tequila y el Tutanramón.

Los veinte minutos iniciales tuvieron un tono trágico en donde la palabra destino se empleó diez veces y la palabra amistad veinticuatro.

Someday Neruda and Octavio Paz will shake hands. Sooner or later Paz will make room on Olympus for Neruda. But we will always be on the outside.

El dolor se acumula, decía mi amigo, eso es un hecho, y cuanto mayor sea el dolor menor es la casualidad.

Poi il mio amico era tornato a Irapuato e io ero rimasto nel DF e in qualche modo tutti e due avevamo cercato di disinteressarci del lento naufragio delle nostre vite, del lento naufragio dell'estetica, dell'etica, del Messico e dei nostri sogni del cazzo.

Aunque ser distinta signifique ser maravillosa, de igual manera trae problemas. Quizá la solución es ser distinto a solas, escondido, en tu casa, en tu pieza, a lo más con un amigo al frente, pero nada de actuar fuera de lo normal en la calle, delante de otras personas, y mucho menos en el colegio. Si no, al final uno termina solo.

Roma, Roma, città grande, posso farti le domande? Roma, Roma, città amata, ma quand'è che tu sei nata? Roma, Roma, città bella, sei mai stata cittadella? Roma, Roma, città brava, chi a quei tempi ti abitava? Roma, Roma, città altera, sei rimasta sempre intera? Roma, Roma, città tosta, dammi l'ultima risposta: Roma, Roma, città antica, sei mia amica o sei nemica? ? Orma ramo roma amor

It doesn't matter, Cat. Really. I wouldn't have even entered the science fair this year if Mr. Fizer didn't require it." "But you knew that's the only thing his class was about - that's the whole point of it. WHy did you even take it in the first place?" Matt brought his lips against my ear. "Because I knew you'd be in there.

It's more fun to hang out with someone who's upbeat and positive than it is to hang out with Hater McWhineypants.

Reed: "I owe you big-time, Ronnie." Ronnie: "You've been my best friend since kindergarten, Reed. I owe you big-time." That's the kind of friend she is.

Undeserved forgiveness. Friendship defined.

Fitz: Shall we get up tomorrow and go looking for a wild pig? Nighteyes: I didn't lose any wild pigs, did you?

Chade, I know the Fool is strange. But I like it when he comes to talk to me. He speaks in riddles, and he insults me, and makes fun of me, and gives himself leave to tell me things he thinks I should do, like wash my hair, or not wear yellow. But (...) I like him. He mocks me, but from him, it seems a kindness. He makes me feel, well, important. That he could choose me to talk to.

His cracked lips moved. Beloved. He couldn't say the word, but I knew it. And so did his Fool.

One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman.

Strange, how being left out of a secret always feels like a betrayal of trust.

The death of Nighteyes gutted me. I walked wounded through my life in the days that followed, unaware of just how mutilated I was. I was like the man who complains of the itching of his severed leg. The itching distracts from the immense knowledge that one will forever after hobble through life.

It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.

I wish they would all go away. Except the Fool. I wished he would join me. Somehow, I had always thought he would join me. Now, I could not recall why. Perhaps I had buried that in the stone.

A man's deep friendships were the most important thing he could possess. Things can be broken, or lost. All a man can keep for certain are the things in his mind and heart.

Night eyes had risen and stretched stiffly. Now he came to lie down beside me. He set his head on my knee. 'I don't understand. You are ill?' 'No. Just stupid.' 'Ah. Nothing new there. Well, you haven't died from that so far.

But we are two old men, who have grown old together. Sometimes that is a greater closeness. We have come through time to your day and age. We can talk together, quietly, and share memories of a time that exists no more. I can tell you how it was, but it is not the same. It is like being two foreigners, trapped in a land we have come to, unable to return to our own, and having only each other to confirm the reality of the place we once lived.

The betrayal of a friend differs from the treachery of a lover only in the degree of pain, not the kind.