Quotes About Friendship

Passing on information to a friend was no breach of promise of secrecy . . . because it was no more than telling it to oneself.

Anne declared that if Sarah abandoned her, I swear to you I would shut myself up and never see a creature.

The princess reiterated to Sarah that her faithful Morley . . . will never part with you till she is fast locked in her coffin.

I believe nobody was ever so used by a friend as I have been by her ever since coming to the Crown.

So ended . . . a royal friendship which once could not be contained within the common bounds of love.

I would have to ask her, just to make certain I'd done everything I could. But I'd warn her. I have no money, no prospects, an exceedingly ugly face, and my dearest friend is the King of Hell. You think that would stop her? I have no idea. Would it, Lydia? Nothing would stop her, if she loved you. And she does, Charles. She loves your pretty face and you scarred face. She loves your past and your present and she most especially loves your future. Just ask. Marry me, Lydia.

He should have known someone like Lucien de Malheur would offer no loyalty, no male solidarity.

They had known each other for many years. Young Jacob had found his way onto a ship borne for the tropics, indentured to a pair of wealthy male planters, and he'd run away, ending up at the decaying ruins of La Briere, the plantation house of the de Malheurs. Lucien had been living there alone, the only survivor of a virulent outbreak of cholera, and the two young men, barely more than boys, had bonded together, determined to escape.

Emma took a step back, surveying her. "So you're going into society on Rohan's arm tonight. What will you wear?" "I hadn't thought about it," she lied, pushing her loose hair away from her face. "I must have something left from my season." "Jesus God," Emma muttered. "We've got our work cut out for us." And suddenly she raised her voice. "Girls! We have a project!

She walked to work every day feeling starkly, conspicuously alone. It seemed that everyone else on the street had someone to keep them company, someone to laugh with and confide in and nudge in the ribs. All those packs of young girls who'd already figured everything out.

It's everything. I hate the heat; I hate the humidity; the accent is atrocious…I don't know what we're doing here." "Well, sweetheart? We're just helping Denise for a few days." "We don't even know Denise!

I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as with a dying friend. During visiting hours, I enter its room with dread and sympathy for its many disorders. I hold its hand and hope it will get better. This tender relationship can change in a twinkling. If you skip a visit or two, a work in progress will turn on you.

If you threaten Deryn Sharp again, Volger – in any way at all – I'm done with you.

The Germans were still hunting Alek, trying to finish the job they'd started on his parents. Someone had to be on his side. And, as Deryn had gradually admitted to herself these last few days, she didn't mind if that someone wound up being her.

Life was going to be one big party from now on, full of beautiful people. Like Tally Youngblood

You don't look very happy. Tally tried to smile. David had shared his biggest secret with her; she should tell him hers. But she wasn't brave enough to say the words. It's been a long night. That's all. He smiled back. Don't worry, it won't last forever.

It helps to be with people who remember you, and who still think about you.

And barking famous, these friends are

I wonder why they never come back," Shay said. "Just to visit." Tally swallowed. "Because we're so ugly, Skinny, that's why.

Anyway, Lindsey and all his friends—Warren Zevon, right?—are in a circle. They smoked hash for a month, and I don't smoke because of my voice. And when you don't smoke there's something that makes you really dislike other people smoking. I'd come in every day and have to step over these bodies. Me, I've just been cleaning. I'm tired. And I'm pickin' up their legs and cleaning under them and emptying out the ashtrays.

I mean how could he possibly preconceive something like that?' And I'm dying right? My face is red and I'm fuming. And then, finally, Christine grabs me and takes me aside and says 'Don didn't send that. Mick and John did.' They were in hysterics.

I love Lindsey's work. I didn't hang around with him for seven years for nothing, listening to him play guitar every single night, watching him fall asleep with his electric guitar across his chest. There were nights I had to pry the guitar off of him so he could sleep in a normal position.

There is seldom a difficulty with religion where there is friendship.

One of God's greatest oversights is that dogs don't live as long as man.