Quotes About Friendship

Quando anche le sue palpebre cominciarono a calare, Tibby si sdraiò con cautela, posando la testa sul cuscino, accanto a quella di Bailey. Sentiva il solletico leggero dei suoi capelli contro la guancia. Le lacrime le scivolarono fuori, scorsero oblique fino alle orecchie e sui capelli di Bailey. Sperava che andasse bene così. Sarebbe rimasta lì a tenere la mano di Bailey tutto il tempo, così lei non avrebbe avuto paura di non averne abbastanza

I Pantaloni ci promettevano che c'era tempo. Niente sarebbe andato perduto. Avevamo un anno intero, se ce ne fosse stato bisogno. Avevamo tutta la strada fino all'estate successiva: allora avremmo tirato fuori i Pantaloni e, insieme o separate, avremmo ricominciato da capo

The summers before that are a blur of baby oil and Sun-In and hating our bodies (I got big breasts; Tibby got no breasts) at the Rockwood public swimming pool.

Fine, blood was thicker than water. But friendship, it struck Tibby, was thicker than both.

Girls who wouldn't take risks both loved and hated girls who did. Bridget

Some girls couldn't stand being alone. Bridget was different. She went to movies, restaurants, even parties by herself. She loved her three friends above all other things, but she'd rather be alone than cling to people she didn't care about.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Carmen] knew a worse friend would have made her feel better.

Tibby, on the other hand, had spent hundreds and hundreds of hours with Brian striving for the comfort of not knowing.

Once upon a time there was a pair of pants.

You have been my friend,"                  replied Charlotte. "That in itself                  is a tremendous thing."        Ã¢â'¬â€E. B. White

To honor the Pants and the Sisterhood And this moment and this summer and the rest of our lives Together and apart.

Remember: Pants=Love. Love your pals. Love yourself.

I was part of your train but my railroad car was disconnected and switched at the track, and now my friends and I are on a separate journey learning how not to rock the lifeboat, sending out a patient S.O.S to you for help. I reach out with love, possibly one of a dying breed, the old survival of the fittest theory, or perhaps I am throwing you a lifeline from my Rectangular Bubble.

After all, you can't force a friendship.

Back then, I would have begged forgiveness from my friends in the BSC. I would have tried like crazy to balance my time between school, the club, Robert and my family. I would have gone on feeling guilty about my boyfriend at BSC meetings, embarrassed about one set of friends while I was with the other, but I wasn't feeling apologetic now or guilty or ashamed.

Dawn be so rotten?

Kristy sat up very straight in the director's chair. She adjusted her visor. "As you know," she said, "today we are going to induct two new members into the club." Jessi and Mal grinned at each other, but I thought, Induct? Who's Kristy kidding? First she comes up with this fancy word, which just means to introduce them into the club officially.

Even after Mr. Kingbridge and Mrs. Amer left the stage, no one moved. The thought of going to class seemed absurd, but there really wasn't anything we could do except cry. For Amelia. For her family. And for ourselves. We (practically every member of the Baby-sitters Club) sat in the auditorium for nearly an hour. Every few minutes one of us would break down and cry. It just didn't seem possible that something so awful could have happened to someone our age, someone we knew.

Stacey?" Kristy said. "You have a Chunky wrapper on your butt.

There are people you've known a long time and you know you're never really going to like. And there are people that you meet and grow to like. Then there are people you meet and you like instantly.

And so, note in hand, I led my friends back to my room, where we promptly fell asleep and didn't wake up until eleven o'clock the next morning.

After standing in front of the closet for so long that Vanessa made a pig face at me while she chose her clothes, I finally decided on my red jumper that said Mallory across the front, a short-sleeved white blouse, and white tights with little hearts all over them. You look like a valentine, Vanessa told me, but I didn't care.

I saw Rachel cross her eyes at Jessica, tilt her head to the side and stick her tongue out. If Jessica noticed, she didn't pay attention.