Quotes About Friendship

How sadly things had changed since she had sat there the night after coming home! Then she had been full of hope and joy and the future had looked rosy with promise. Anne felt as if she had lived years since then, but before she went to bed there was a smile on her lips and peace in her heart. She had looked her duty courageously in the face and found it a friend--as duty ever is when we meet it frankly.

Diana and I are thinking seriously of promising each other that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever. Diana hasn't quite made up her mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to marry some wild, dashing, wicked young man and reform him.

There was a dance of great plummy boughs in the western wind. And there was a sound not heard for a long time-Marigold's laughter as she waved goodnight to Sylvia over the Green Gate.

How jolly it was not to hate anybody anymore. Life and she were friends again.

Katie Maurice was a little girl like myself, and I loved her dearly. I would stand before that door and prattle to Katie for hours, giving and receiving confidences. In especial, I liked to do this at twilight, when the fire had been lit and the rooms and its reflections were a glamour of light and shadow.

The trouble is, you and Mrs. Lynde don't understand one another, she explained. That is always what is wrong when people don't like each other. I didn't like Mrs. Lynde at first either; but as soon as I came to understand her I learned to.

I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn't bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend.

Anne was always glad in the happiness of her friends; but it is sometimes a little lonely to be surrounded everywhere by happiness that is not your own

I didn't believe he would, but I refused to bet, because I wanted to tell Mrs. Allan all about everything, and I felt sure it wouldn't do to tell her that. It's always wrong to do anything you can't tell the minister's wife.

But when I have such good friends as you and Matthew and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy I ought to grow up successfully, and I'm sure it will be my own fault if I don't.

As we expand our knowledge of good books, we shrink the circle of men whose company we appreciate.

Who wants to be used? I love to read, so books are my main friends. They're always available, always friendly, and always interesting, and they never make me choose sides.

Sisters are made by living everyday with each other and wearing each other down until the rough spots are smooth. They're made by sharing secrets you'd never tell mom, and out of doing things for each other just because you feel like it, not because you have to. I guess you could say sisters are 'grown,' not manufactured, in a very special place called a family.

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

Don't let us quarrel. We all have our weaknesses, dear friends; so we must strive to be considerate of one another. And since this poor boy is hungry and has nothing whatver to eat, let us all remain quiet and allow him to sleep; for it is said that in sleep a mortal may forget even hunger. - Scarecrow

Did Mr. Poe write as a boy? Dear me, yes. It was all he had, what with losing his mother as a toddling child and then being cast aside by his foster father. I think sometimes his pen was his only friend in the world

Beard," said Patrick, which was their school slang for "I don't believe you.

Omri and Patrick had spent many hours together playing with their joint collections of plastic toys.

Lynne Reid Banks

Little Bear looked at him steadily and nodded. Omri opened the flap and Indian and horse stepped out into the morning sunlight.

Harper shook his head. "Well, I've never been treated like a girlfriend in all my life. It was a bit lowering." "Nah." Tiny shook his head. "It's a compliment. It means they don't see you as sexually threatening. You're a friend rather than a man friend." "And that's a compliment?" Harper asked doubtfully.

DJ can stay here and help Mabel with the fire." "I don't need any damned help with the fire," Mabel said with irritation. "I'm sure you don't," DJ said soothingly, then grinned and added, "but I bet between the two of us, we can make it burn hotter.

And you can't let him shake and bake Nicholas." Thomas rolled his eyes. "It's staked and baked, Jo. We aren't pork chops.

When the landed gentry cut up a seed cake for tea it makes no difference to the cake which of them holds the knife; whoever 'won' Earth's war, it would be the same old crew who stepped up afterward to hold out their plates: the squabble over Truck and the Device was nothing more than a polite difference between friends as to who should have the largest slice