Quotes About Friendship

de un singur lucru îmi pare r?u: de prietenia noastr?; c?ci port în piept o inim?; È™i, lucru ciudat, aceast? inim? nu s-a uscat sub asprimea vântului, mizeriei care mi-a trecut prin g?urile mantalei sau prin r?nile adânc s?pate în piele de ascuÈ›iÈ™urile atâtor s?bii, aduse din cine È™tie câte fabrici.

D'Artagnan allora gli si gettò al collo e l'abbracciò teneramente; poi tentò di trascinarlo fuori da quell'umido alloggio, ma si avvide che Athos barcollava. «Siete ferito?», gli chiese. «Io? Neanche per sogno! Sono ubriaco fradicio, tutto qui, mai uomo ci si è messo così tanto d'impegno. Perdinci!

Monte Cristo could not let this proof of affection go unacknowledged, and it not his hand but both arms that he opened to greet him, saying, in a voice full of emotion: 'Morrel, it is a fine day for me when I feel myself to have gained the affection of a man such as you.

moment, said d'Artagnan. I will not abandon Buckingham thus. He gave us

Go on, then,' the count said slowly. 'Go, my dear friend, but do this for me: if you should encounter any obstacle, remember that I have some power in this world, that I am happy to use it for the benefit of those I love, and that I love you, Morrel.

Generalmente - diceva - si chiedono consigli solo per non seguirli; oppure, se si seguono, solo per avere qualcuno da rimproverare per averli dati». Porthos giunse un istante dopo d'Artagnan. I quattro amici si ritrovavano dunque riuniti. I quattro volti esprimevano quattro sentimenti diversi: quello di Porthos la tranquillità, quello di d'Artagnan la speranza, quello di Aramis l'inquietudine e quello di Athos l'indifferenza.

Không có tình b?n nào tr? v?ng trÆ°á»›c má»™t bí m?t b? l?t t?y, nh?t là bí m?t ?y l?i quan thi?t ??n lòng kiêu hãnh. R?i thêm n?a, ng??i ta th??ng nhìn xu?ng ??i vá»›i nh?ng ng??i mình bi?t rõ ??i tÆ°.

Il n'y a que les méchants qui nient l'amitié, parce qu'ils ne la comprennent pas.

THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS

Porthos, you are as vain as Narcissus; I plainly tell you so, replied Aramis.

Alexandre Dumas

replied d'Artagnan

The stranger often learns important truths in the home of his host that the latter would perhaps conceal from a friend; with a stranger one is relieved of obligatory silence; one does not fear his indiscretion because he is passing through.

We learn in friendship to look with the eyes of another person, to listen with her ears, and to feel with her heart.

The lifelong friends, he said. We sometimes wait a lifetime for them.

Avoid men who call you Baby, and women who have no friends, and dogs that scratch at their bellies and refuse to lie down at your feet. Wear dark glasses; bathe with lavender oil and cool fresh water. Seek shelter from the sun at noon.

In losing a friend, she is reminded of all she has lost and all she stands to lose again. There is nothing to be done to make it any easier. We all grieve alone.

Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it.

When I looked at her, she appeared to be a different person from the one I'd known... She had rewritten everything, our history together, our friendship. Now I was the girl who'd stolen Andres; the girl who'd lied to her about who I was. Therefore, she owned me nothing.

The music of your youth stays with you and winds itself around your heart. I hear one chord of Strawberry Fields Forever or Satisfaction and am instantly back in time. It doesn't matter where I am, suddenly I'm walking through the woods, I'm in my best friend's room ...

One thing I've learned is that strange things do happen. They happen all the time. Today, for instance, my best friend Jill's cat spoke. We were making brownies in the kitchen when we heard it say, 'Let me out.

When Juliet came flying down the hallway, Stella didn't recognize her friend. Juliet hadn't bothered with makeup; she was wearing a nightgown underneath her raincoat and had on plastic flip-flops. This was the way loved walked in, barely dressed, confused, panic-stricken, overcome, not caring what anyone thought or what they believed.

You can only know a friend so well after all. When you come right down to it, even your best friend is a puzzle.

They were beautiful shells, as white as the surf in the sea. When you held one up to your ear you could hear the sound of your best friend talking to you, even if she was a thousand miles away.