Quotes About Friendship

I pointed to my left toe show, where I'd written (in red ink, with the calligraphy pen that no longer cursed me), 'For Becca, with love from Princess Aurora.

Well, that was very kind of Claudia, but I didn't want the twines.

Kristy and the Dirty Diapers

People?" Claire burst out laughing. "Silly, we're not canimals.

And we all started laughing again.

I hung up the phone and waited for my best friend to come over.

Ann M. Martin

No, but I want them — so we can write to each other. And so I can maybe call you from time to time. Watson would let me, I think. You could tell me about your grandsons." Mr. Staples looked thoughtful. "Zach is just your age," he said.

Stoneybrook, Connecticut.

Dawn had not yet said anything nice. She was trying to be friendly, but something wasn't right. Did she think I looked terrible? Was she mad at me?

I felt invisible. Nobody had said anything to me since that comment about the celebratory salad. I wished desperately that Mimi were alive. If she were, she'd have been sitting right next to me and she would have known how I was feeling. She'd have shared in Janine's triumph, but then she would have said to me, "Tell me, my Claudia, how was your club meeting today? Did you get any baby-sitting jobs?" Mimi always knew the right thing to say.

We don't want to be naked if … you know," Carolyn added. "If the monster comes?" Mary Anne asked. The girls blushed.

Ann M. Martin

All week I kept the awful secret of my adoption to myself. I didn't even tell Stacey what I'd discovered, and Stacey is my best friend in the world. I wanted to talk to Stacey, but I couldn't. Not yet. There must, I thought, be some terrible reason for keeping my adoption a secret, but what could the terrible reason be?

Remerber when the Babbysiters club took car of forteen children?

I wished Charlotte had asked for me. It made me feel like I wasn't a good sitter or something, even though I knew that wasn't really true.

Jenny didn't know how to share. She wouldn't cooperate with the other children. She said she wanted to play by herself, but when the other kids left her alone, she complained bitterly. "Nobody likes me," she wailed. She was sitting at a picnic table making a get-well card. She lowered her head onto her arm, the picture of despair.

We Hate Boys Club

Ann M. Martin

Then we headed back to the Wilder house, skipping all the way.

Jessi shot Mallory a sidelong glance. She remembered how Mal had celebrated Kwanzaa with the Ramseys the year before. The memory made something inside her tighten with sadness.

Ann M. Martin

Jake and I hung out in the living room and heard snatches of conversation. Just as she was about to hang up, Jake called out, "Can he come over?" "Excuse me," Mrs. Kuhn said into the phone. She covered the receiver and asked Jake, "You mean, now?" "Yeah!" Jake replied. Logan must have heard through her palm, because Mrs. Kuhn smiled and said, "It's all right with him." "It's all right with me, too," I added.

Karen Brewer was given the job of bringing over my nightgown, toothbrush, injection kit, and the Stephen King book I was now reading.