Quotes About Friendship

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to

Non era riuscito a stare zitto, l'amicizia tra maschi ha i suoi patti non scritti ma solidi, non come quella tra femmine.

Ya entonces había algo que me impedía abandonarla. No la conocía bien, nunca nos habíamos dirigido la palabra y aun así estábamos enzarzadas en una competición continua, en clase y fuera. Pero sentía confusamente que si hubiese salido corriendo junto a las demás, le habría dejado a ella algo mío que luego no me devolvería nunca.

Lei riteneva di fare una cosa giusta e necessaria, io ero lì solo perché c'era lei. Saliamo lentamente verso il più grande dei nostri terrori di allora, andavamo a esporci alla paura e a interrogarla. Alla quarta rampa Lila si comportò in modo inatteso. Si fermò ad aspettarmi e quando la raggiunsi mi diede la mano. Questo gesto cambiò tutto tra noi.

No había podido callarse la boca, la amistad entre hombres tiene pactos no escritos pero sólidos, no como la amistad entre mujeres.

Il giorno seguente partii per Venezia insieme a Ida. In treno ci ripromettemmo di diventare adulte come a nessuna era mai successo.

Pozorovala jsem, naslouchala a vyklánÄ›la jsem se z prostoru toho, ?ím jsme se s Lilou v dÄ›tství chtÄ›ly stát a ?ím jsem se já skute?nÄ› stala.

Comme toujours Lila s'attribuait le devoir de me planter une aiguille dans le cÅ"ur, non pour qu'il s'arrête mais pour qu'il batte plus fort.

You're my brilliant friend, you have to be the best of all, boys and girls.

Lila was happy, and she was drawing me deeper and deeper into her fierce happiness, because she had suddenly found, perhaps without even realizing it, an opportunity that allowed her to portray the fury she directed against herself, the insurgence, perhaps for the first time in her life, of the need - and here the verb used by Michele was appropriate - to erase herself.

I soon had to admit that what I did by myself couldn't excite me, only what Lila touched became important.

Reality can't stay inside the elegant moulds of art; it always spills over, indecorously. An enemy may simply be someone who, out of a sort of emotional exhaustion, has avoided the effort, the complexity, the pleasure - all the ambiguities of friendship.

How wonderful to travel, how wonderful to know someone who knows everything, whose intelligence and looks and kindness are extraordinary, and who explains to you the value of what by yourself you wouldn't be able to appreciate.

This is more or less what happened to me between the end of 1963 and the end of 1965. How easy it is to tell the story of myself without Lila: time quiets down and the important facts slide along the thread of the years like suitcases on a conveyor belt at an airport; you pick them up, put them on the page, and it's done.

Next to her, in the place where we were born, I was only a decoration, that is, I bore witness to Lila's merits. Those who had known us from birth attributed to her, to the force of her attraction, the fact that the neighborhood could have on its streets an esteemed person like me.

she was explaining to me that I had won nothing, that in the world there is nothing to win, that her life was full of varied and foolish adventures as much as mine, and that time simply slipped away without any meaning, and it was good just to see each other every so often to hear the mad sound of the brain of one echo in the mad sound of the brain of the other.

Not for you," Lila replies ardently, "you're my brilliant friend, you have to be the best of all, boys and girls.

Our very special love-friendship continued for many years after my emigration, in letters. In his witty, crystalline Czech prose he kept me connected to what I had left, and what I needed to forget so that I could remember it again, without pain.

Hay dos clases de amistad, una pasajera como un cometa y otra que dura toda la vida como las estrellas.

Oye, gordito, ¿eres el pintor más grande de México o del mundo? —Del mundo, Lupe, del mundo. —¿Hasta de Chinajapón? —Hasta de China y de Japón. —¿Chinajapón no es un solo país? —No. —¿Entonces por qué cantan eso de «chino, chino, japonés, come caca y no me des»? —¿Es eso lo que sabes de geografía, Lupe?

A ella todo le salía, escogía bien las películas que iban a ver, los libros, los amigos, se manejaba con seguridad. Con ella eran buenas las conversaciones y buenas las comidas. Mucho más madura que las de su edad; llevarla a su lado, ahuecando el pecho, su pelo de lino alborotado, era una certeza equiparable a saber que la tierra gira en torno al sol.

Gleich wird sie dieses Stück ihres Lebens bei einer Freundin und bei Rindfleisch mit Fisolen repetieren, das Leben gleichsam um diese kleine Spanne des darüber Berichtens verlängern, wäre nicht die Zeit während ihrer Erzählung, die ja ihrerseits unaufhaltsam verstreicht. Und der Dame damit Raum für neues Erleben nimmt.

Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.

How brief and magical it was that we all lived so close to each other and went in and out of each other's rooms, and our most important job was to solve mysteries. The temporariness made it all the more important to do the right thing—to follow the right leads.