Quotes About Friendship

I know," Daniel agreed. "Thank you for the bacon sandwiches." Mercy smiled. "There are times when it's the only thing that works.

There is something uniquely precious about an old friendship. One has shared so much, seen the passage of time, how it has marked and changed us, the hopes realized and the hopes dashed, the work to fulfill the dreams, and the dreams that are crumbled and kept secret.

the honest friendship where there was no barrier between men and women, where speech was not forever dictated by social ritual rather than true thoughts and feelings, where people worked side by side for a desperate common cause and only courage and skill mattered.

He actually cared. It was an odd friendship- awkward, grown slowly from beginnings of mutual contempt- but it was real nonetheless.

Friendship was at the core of every relationship that mattered--allies, parent and child, lovers. On its foundation could be built all the other palaces of the heart.

there was something extraordinarily sweet and comfortable about a friend who knows you and accepts you at your worst, your most bitter, or defeated, who sees your emotional ugliness naked and is not afraid to call it by name, and yet does not turn from you or allow you to cease to struggle, who wills your survival as precious.

For a wild moment he thought of friendship, a closeness better than romance, cleaner and more honest; then it disappeared.

There is nothing more precious than true friendship. It is the rock upon which all other loves must stand, if they are to endure.

everyone depended upon the goodwill of others, on their skills or their patronage, their friendship or their protection. It was only that some forms of dependence were more obvious than others, not any more real.

He had been too clever to be easy friends with other boys, who were afraid of his intelligence and lashed out at him the only way they knew how, with fists and boots. Even sitting here by his own fire, Tellman could feel the sweat of fear in his body, and then the chill, as he remembered standing facing them in the street, knowing what was coming.

No hay nadie en el mundo que tenga suficiente dinero para comprar tu vida, tu honradez, tu hogar, tus amigos! Tu sueño por la noche... —No

Friendship was at the core of every relationship that mattered – allies, parent and child, lovers. On its foundation could be built all the other palaces of the heart. They

Do devils love each other? Do they walk arm in arm in hell saying, "Ah, you are my friend, how I love you," things like that to each other?...it was a matter of a concept of evil, wasn't it? All creatures in hell are supposed to hate one another, as all the saved hate the damned, without reservation.

In the Savage Garden you shine beautifully, my friend. You walk as if it is your garden to do with as you please. And in my wanderings, I always return to you. I always return to see the colours of the garden in your shadow, or reflected in your eyes, perhaps, or to hear of your latest follies and mad obsessions.

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

Save your kisses for the world, little one. - Magnus to Lestat before going into the fire.

even if you make them, they'll turn on you, rob you, betray you, and take off with someone else.

Don't go, he said, and his voice was so soft and imploring that it took my breath away. But I was already going. I barely heard him call out to me: I need you. You're the only friend I have. How tragic those words! I wanted to say I was sorry, sorry for all of it. But it was too late now for that. And besides, I think he knew. All life seemed utterly unbearable to me now.

Armand keeps the island of Manhattan safe for them—Louis, Armand, and two young blood drinkers, Benjamin and Sybelle, and whoever else joins them in their palatial digs on the Upper East Side.

But I caught up with him and he didn't resist when I put my arm around him and we walked on together like that.

And I'll know people like you,' I went on, 'people who have thoughts in their heads and quick tongues with which to voice them, and we'll sit in cafes and we'll drink together and we'll clash with each other violently in words, and we'll talk for the rest of our lives in devine excitement.

I bent down, close to him, and kissed the side of his throat. My friend, my deepest friend in the world once. And now we'll have this union. Lust old and new. The boy I'd been loving him. I felt the blood pulsing through the artery. My left arm slid beneath his right arm. Don't hurt him. He couldn't get away from me. He didn't even try.

Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre

My grief for Aaron would never go away, and I'd endured it for years without a word to either of my vampire companions, Louis or Lestat.