Quotes About Friendship

Describing Robert Bunsen:As an investigator he was great, as a teacher he was greater, as a man and friend he was greatest.

We expect more from technology and less from each other. We create technology to provide the illusion of companionship without the demands of friendship.

I've invented Twofacebook, the antisocial network. You start being friends w/entire world & defriend people one by one.

A lot of these gadgets and pieces of technology we use become almost like friends to us, and we expect our friends to have voices.

I used to have friends come on tour and work as my drum tech, but they get bummed out when I have to tell them what to do. This time I'm just going to fly them out and let them hang. It's all good.

Verzeih mir, guter Freund, dass ich dir einen so langen Brief schreibe, ich hab gerade nicht die Zeit für einen kurzen.

De waarheid is dat alle macht ter wereld een vijand niet in een vriend kan veranderen. Hij kan een vijand in een slaaf veranderen, maar niet in een kameraad. Met alle macht kun je een fanaticus niet veranderen in een tolerant iemand. En met alle macht ter wereld kun je een wraakzuchtige niet veranderen in een vriend.

Kad su moji prijatelji otkrili da se družimo, po?eli su me nazivati izdajnikom. Nakon mnogo dana polako sam pronašao utjehu u misli da je izdajnik u o?ima fanatika onaj koji se usu?uje promijeniti. Svaka vrsta fanatizma, u svako vrijeme i na svakome mjestu, izražava gnušanje prema promjeni, strahuje od nje te sumnji?avo vidi promjenu zapravo kao izdaju koja izvire iz mra?nih i podlih pobuda.

Anxiety is depression's good friend, and sometimes they party together

I think you would like Warren. He drinks Courvoisier in a Coke can, and has a laugh like you'd find in a cartoon bubble.

When the beer is gone, so are they -- flexing their cars on up the boulevard.

I told my old friend Julia that Tropical Storm Julia had just slammed into the Georgia coast. She said, "We'll have to watch me closely as I seem to be gathering strength.

I was with a girlfriend of mine last night and we were talking about David Foster Wallace. It's been three years since he killed himself, I said. And she said, Yep. Waited a beat. And he's still dead.

In most cases, it is more satisfying to get a friend's answering machine and leave a cheery, tangible trace of your sincere commitment to the friendship than it is to engage in actual conversation.

When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?

We feasted, we laughed, we played games, lost and won, we told the best stories. And each week, we could hope to be lucky. That hope was our only joy. And that's how we came to call our little parties Joy Luck.

So we decided to hold parties and pretend each week had become the new year. Each week we could forget past wrongs done to us. We weren't allowed to think a bad thought. We feasted, we laughed, we played games, lost and won, we told the best stories. And each week, we could hope to be lucky. That hope was our only joy.

My friend, my editor, still had the cancer. Each day she had to cross a terrible chasm, a bottomless hole of not knowing what to hope or believe. I tried to imagine what she saw, but I did not have her perspective.

Ruth believed Wendy made her life more sparkly, but today was not a good time for sparkles.

What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?

I only regret that everybody wants to deprive me of the journal, which is the only steadfast friend I have, the only one which makes my life bearable, because my happiness with human beings is so precarious, my confiding moods rare, and the least sign of non-interest is enough to silence me. In the journal I am at ease.

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

Pure love, pure friendship—these are ideals. These may exist now and then, and they are beautiful things to behold. But they are not goals. They are phenomenal and accidental.

The root of all dissention between friends is the quality of idealism contained in it.