Quotes About Friendship

He was accompanied by Agrippa and another early friend, Quintus Salvidienus Rufus

multifarious lifestyles among members of his circle.

That said, he did not want Antony destroyed

could envision a time when the two men might need to combine against the Senate and Brutus and Cassius

The blow was devastating. The two men had been friends from boyhood

His biographer, Cornelius Nepos, a younger contemporary whom he knew personally, wrote that Atticus "behaved so as to seem at one with the poorest and on a level with the powerful.

AS a rule Crassus did not bear grudges. This was not because he had a good heart but because other people rarely engaged his emotions. He had little difficulty in dropping friends or making up quarrels as occasion served. Cicero, whose view of friendship was different, had a very low opinion of him.

Of course I can keep secrets. It's the people I tell them to who can't keep them.

A Meeting In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same for the dead are changeless. They grow no older. It is I who have changed, grown strange to what I was. Yet I, the changed one, ask: "How you been?" He grins and looks at me. "I been eating peaches off some mighty fine trees.

What more passed between them I do not know. I think that the Queen told my wife more, but women will sometimes keep women's secrets even from their husbands; though they love us, yet we are always in some sort the common enemy, against whom they join hands.

I'm having an old friend for dinner.

Whatever you say, old boy. Just look after yourself. And whatever you do, don't swallow the gum!

We're meant to be friends but you never tell me anything.

We have no money. We have no possessions. Maybe that is why we value the things we do have ... loyalty and friendship.

I held out the packet and suddenly we were friends. That's one of the only good things about being a smoker these days. You're part of a persecuted minority. You bond easily.

Somehow, she was always there when you needed her. The trouble was, she was also there when you didn't.

As a rule, I don't go to funerals. I find them too horrible and upsetting and the older I get, of course, the more invitations I receive. As a favour to my friends, I'll make sure that none of them are told the date of mine.

know the truth now and it's that Richard betrayed us,' she said. 'He looked after us. He gave us money. He got me work. He pretended to be my friend. But all along he'd been lying to us. He knew perfectly well what had happened at Long Way Hole. If he hadn't been such a coward, Charlie would still be alive.

being published. But I'd known Alan Conway for eleven years, or I thought I had, and I found it almost impossible to believe that he could have produced this, all four hundred and twenty pages of it. It was as if he was whispering to me as I lay there in the darkness, telling me something I didn't want to hear.

I didn't sleep well that night. I'm used to bad writing. I've looked at plenty of novels that have no hope of being published. But I'd known Alan Conway for eleven years, or I thought I had, and I found it almost impossible to believe that he could have produced this, all four hundred and twenty pages of it. It was as if he was whispering to me as I lay there in the darkness, telling me something I didn't want to hear.

warned him against your play. I said that it was too peculiar for a modern audience and that nobody would understand what you were trying to get at. Is it a comedy? Is it a thriller? What is it, exactly? But he had complete faith in you, and now you turn up with your detective friend and cast aspersions on a man who is absolutely blameless and wouldn't dream of hurting anyone.

wish Sky had never told us she had the review. I don't know what she was thinking, anyway. She could have at least read it first.

These days, I hardly know anyone who smokes but Hawthorne was still getting through about a packet a day, which was why we usually met outside coffee shops, sitting in the street.

Alex glanced at Tom's work, which was huge, painted on six sheets of paper. It showed a terraced house, on fire with blood coming out of the windows, an ax buried in a wall, and an atomic explosion happening in the backyard. There were times when Alex worried about his friend.