Quotes About Friendship

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

They died in splendour, these who claimed no spark Of glory save the light in a friend's eye.

She was never a tower of strength to me, but at least she was always a lodge in my garden of cucumbers.

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.

The Muse's friend, Tea, does our fancy aid; Repress those vapors which the head invade; And keeps that palace of the soul serene....

True friends are those who really know you but love you anyway.

It is given to very few women to know the beauty of a man's real friendship.

We all leave one another. We die, we change - it's mostly change - we outgrow our best friends; but even if I do leave you, I will have passed on to you something of myself; you will be a different person because of knowing me; it's inescapable...

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Don't trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife The years from off your life, my friend! The years that death takes off my life, He'll take from off the other end!

That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line....

So come on out, my dear old sweet Sister, - & we'll open our oysters together.

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!

Por encima está la pertenencia a algo o a alguien y el amor, con el afecto, la amistad y el grupo. También necesitamos la autoestima y la confianza en nosotros

Ahí se los dejo al Gato, agazapado, en puntas de pie, con los ojos semicerrados. Diciéndome desde las páginas de un cuento inolvidable que en el fútbol, como en la vida, hay algo más importante que las victorias y las derrotas. Mucho más importante: con quién te toque compartir eso de ganar y eso de perder.

Era curiosa la forma como había adoptado el dolor que sentía. Había tenido tanto tiempo para prepararme para esa noticia, que más se me iba el alma en comparar lo que sentía con mis especulaciones previas que sentir ese dolor liso y llano de haber perdido a mi amigo.

Uno no puede andar por la vida reprobando a sus rivales y disculpando a sus amigos por el solo hecho de serlo.

I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

If food is your best friend, it's also your worst enemy.

Oh! For love, for the painfully nourished, tenderly cherished, sweet frenzies illusion, the known-illusion within the globule of sentimental cynicism. For romantic love, then, I sacrifice honor, decensy, human kindness, charity, honesty, friendship and the future -- all, (ah!) for love!