Quotes About Friendship

Jonas thought of his favorite female, Fiona, and shivered. He wouldn't want his gentle friend to suffer the way he had, taking on the memories.

It was one more time, Annemarie realized, when they protected one another by not telling.

still clutched Ellen's necklace. She looked down, and saw that she had imprinted

One by one the Rosens turned and hugged Annemarie silently. Ellen came to her last; the two girls held each other. "I'll come back someday," Ellen whispered fiercely. "I promise." "I know you will," Annemarie whispered back, holding her friend tightly. Then they were gone

Watashi-no tomodachi des'. Greetings, my friend.

Lately I have come to believe that the principle difference between Heaven and Hell is the company you keep there....

And this was your friend? Cordelia raised her eyebrows. Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.

Let me help. Rhymes with I love you, right?

For Berry, you just be there, Whit. Be the one person in the wide green world she doesn't have to explain it to, because you were there and saw it all for yourself. Hand her a clean cloth if she cries or bleeds, and some warm thing for the pain that doubles her over. The time to hold her will come. This day isn't over yet.

Lately, I have come to believe that the principal difference between heaven and hell is the company you keep there.

One gives you the shirt off his back, mused Des, and the other offers to help you bury bodies. I do believe you have made some new friends, Pen!

And . . . it would be a real relief for me to have someone along I can talk to freely." Her smile tilted a little at this. "Talk, or vent?" "I—hem!—suspect this one is going to entail quite a lot of venting, yes. D'you think you can stand it?

He locked his cabin door behind him and stood against it, trembling, laughing in hysterical disbelief. Dammit, he'd studied everything about Naismith, everything. This couldn't be happening. With friends like this, who needs enemies?

Y lo peor de todo: si permites que las amistades pesen en el gobierno, pronto tendrás camarillas

Do you remember," Ivan sighed, "that time in the back garden at Vorkosigan House, when you'd been reading all those military histories about the Cetagandan prison camps during the invasion, and you decided we had to dig an escape tunnel? Except it was you who did all the designing, and me and Elena who did all the digging?

As Miles followed Ruibal out the door, he heard Illyan's voice, for a change more amiable than stressed: "Ivan, you idiot. What are you doing here?

Then he had accused her of sleeping with her women friends. That had broken something in her at last, some will to desire his good opinion. How could you argue sense into someone who believed something not because it was true, but because he was an idiot?

Miles," said Bel's voice, seeming to come from a long way off, "if you're going to pass out, put your head down." "Between my knees," choked Miles, "and kiss my ass goodbye. Bel, do you know what that sigil is?

I think I was fourteen before I found out that Ivan wasn't your middle name.' Miles cut himself off. That-idiot-Ivan was beginning a lifetime of Imperial service tomorrow.

A good friend is a connection to life - a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world.

However, all that doesn't necessarily mean they are using that knowledge to do anything other than bore their friends to death.

I'd rather watch SpongeBob with with Kimmy than talk to you. At least that stupid yellow sponge tries to make sense.

If women would stand beside each other, rather than be jealous, it'd help a lot.

I hope reading this book made you feel a little closer to her, kind of like she was your friend, too. When you listen to her music, I hope you feel that same closeness, as if she is singing just for you. The truth is, she was.