Quotes About Friendship

Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

They're a good family...One can tell a great deal around a dinner table...I think the closest we ever come in this naughty world to realizing unity in diversity is around a family table. I felt it at their table, the wholeness of the family unit, freely able to expand to include friends, to include me even through Austin's and my suspicions of each other, and yet each person in that unit complete, individual, unique, valued.

Mother," Meg pursued. "Charles says I'm not one thing or the other, not flesh nor fowl nor good red herring." "Oh for crying out loud," Calvin said, "you're Meg, aren't you? Come on and let's go for a walk.

What did other people think? What did other children think when they weren't with Cecily? And that was funny. Cecily had never realized that they thought at all when they weren't with her.

Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved. Love is people, is a person. A friend of ours, Hugh Bishop of Mirfield, says in one of his books: Love is not an emotion. It is a policy. Those words have often helped me when all my feelings were unlovely.

The Greeks in their wisdom had four words for our one, love: there was charity, agapé; sexual love, eros; family love, storgé; friendship, philia.

In moments of decision, we are to try to make what seems to be the most loving, the most creative decision. We are not to play safe, to draw back out of fear. Love may well lead us into danger. It may lead us to die for our friend. In a day when we are taught to look for easy solutions, it is not always easy to hold on to that most difficult one of all, love.

I tell a friend that I hope for Mother's death, and he is shocked; he sees it as a failure in my love toward her. Perhaps it is. I don't know.

Most people had nobody to share excitements and to celebrate with.

he felt much better now that he'd shaken hands with the wife's best friend.

Anna Kelly was sitting beside Emmet's bed. She wore a white cardigan over a pale blue dress. Her blonde hair, like Clio's, was shiny and the colour of corn. Stevie hadn't realised that she was such an attractive little thing. 'Well, well. Lucky Emmet. His own little Florence Nightingale,' he said admiringly.

Eventually I confess to a friend some details about my weeping—its intensity, its frequency. She says (kindly) that she thinks we sometimes weep in front of a mirror not to inflame self-pity, but because we want to feel witnessed in our despair. (Can a reflection be a witness? Can one pass oneself the sponge wet with vinegar from a reed?)

If you can read, you don't ever have to be lonely.

It was nine forty-five. I had Myrt's designer goggles dangling from one finger. Amy held out her hand. "I'll take vet duty if I can borrow the Subaru.

They could talk about shallow things without judgment and deep things without self-consciousness.

Benjamin called it "estro-lock," the way the two women could talk for hours and lose track of time. They ended up in conversation across any table, screening out noise from kids and men. They could talk about shallow things without judgment and deep things without self-consciousness.

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

One thing I have learned, my friend, there is no such thing as the future. The future is just what we invent in the present to put an order over the past.

A woman who walks away from the promise of power finds the strength to forgive – and saves her friendship, her marriage, and her sanity. The world is turned upside down.

I define a moral action as one that brings advantage to my friends.

My social circle is, in reality, not a circle. It is a pyramid. And at the top of the pyramid is a single person—Jacob—who is responsible for an overwhelming majority of the relationships that constitute my life.

They painted one another and painted next to one another and supported one another emotionally and financially, and today their paintings hang in every major art museum in the world. But in the 1860s, they were struggling. Monet was broke. Renoir once had to bring him bread so that he wouldn't starve. Not that Renoir was in any better shape. He didn't have enough money to buy stamps for his letters. There were virtually no dealers interested in their paintings.

A man employs the full power of the state in his grief and ends up plunging his government into a fruitless and costly experiment. A woman who walks away from the promise of power finds the strength to forgive - and saves her friendship, her marriage, and her sanity. The world is turned upside down. - Chapter 8

She who was the heart And hinge of all our learnings and our loves: She left us destitute and, as we might, Trooping together.