Quotes About Friendship

Looking back few friends had we but I've got him and he's got me. And when the golden minute comes when we no longer wake to smell the river where the wild swans sailed the orchard where the blossoms fell, we'll smile a little thinkin' of that. Me in my shirt-tails, him with his whiskers me and the cat.

I cried, a bit, as a spoke to Belinda on my mobile phone, in a quiet corner, perhaps the only quiet corner in Jaipur. I told her how I'd hoped Paul would read the forward, that he'd read how much I admired his work and how much I admired him, how much I just plain liked him and loved him. But, even as I spoke, I knew: Paul had always known that. He'd seen in on my face every time we met. What made me cry was the obvious, stupid fact that we'd never meet again.

Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks. "No, what?" "Blue sky." "You're zoomed." "You ever eat blue sky?" "No," I admit. "Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.

I never had a brain until Freak came along and let me borrow his for a while, and that's the truth, the whole truth.

What a goon, except it really is funny, me trying to sneeze a hot dog through my nose, and we're both laughing like total morons.

Friendship develops easily in the sunshine of joy and happiness, but the friendship that grows in the darkness of sorrow and tragedy has roots that are firmer and deeper, and blossoms that last much longer.

When I was a kid I got no respect. I had no friends. I remember the seesaw. I had to keep running from one end to the other.

My mother, she never breastfed me. She told me she liked me as a friend.

Andy Pettitte is my friend...I think he misremembers.

Here are two good-humored men, always ready to take coffee and opium, about to take a pleasure trip around the islands together.

Friendship is a vital part of what Eric Berne described as 'recognition hunger', 'the quest for special kinds of sensations which can only be supplied by another human being, or in some cases, by other animals' (Berne, 1972/75, page 41). This

Tony and I had a good on and off screen relationship, we are two very different people, but we did share a sense of humor, we now live in different parts of the world but when we find ourselves in the same place it is more or less as if there had been no years in between.

Sache-le, Alexandre, si tu voulais l'ignorer encore: notre amitié s'appelle l'amour!

Do not keep company with people who speak of careers. Not only are such people uninteresting in themselves; they also have no interest in anything interesting. . . . Keep company with people who are interested in the world outside themselves. The one who never asks you what you are working on; who never inquires as to the success of your latest project; who never uses the word career as a noun -- he is your friend.

ashes or diamonds foe or friend we're all equal in the end

Nobody steals books but your friends.

My father he always say that the oil is already inside the student, already there from all time. The teacher only has a match and makes it light, and then the student isn't a student anymore, just a friend, going the same way down the dark road but seeing now by himself.

Yogi and Yash

Marty grinned as he backed toward the door. "Green eggs and mamba," he said, then ran.

O aš, degdamas nekantrumu, nub?gau atnaujinti savo draugyst?s su j?ra. Ji atpažino mane iškart ir atb?go lyžtelti koj? piršt?.

Small attentions make great friends.

but just remember that men have never had more need of company than they have today. That fellow Morel said it straight out, in his famous petition. We need all the dogs, all the cats, and all the birds, and all the elephants we can find...

After all, when no name springs spontaneously to mind, when you have to rummage in your address book for someone to invite, it is always best to give up trying, if only out of regard for the very concept of friendship.

Quando è a terra, un aquilone ha bisogno di molta amicizia; a livello del suolo perde forma e vita, e si rattrista facilmente. Gli ci vuole altezza, spazio libero e molto cielo attorno per sbocciare in tutta la sua bellezza.