Quotes About Friendship

Oberst Kemppainen ble aldeles rørt og erkjente at først nå hadde han fått en real og fortrolig venn. Han var ikke lenger alene, slik han hadde vært i går. – Jeg skal ikke gå så langt som å påstå at det er snakk om ny livslyst ... slett ikke. Men vi kunne da finne på noe. Vi er tross alt i live.

Nå var de to småløpende skikkelsene langt nok borte. Korpela snudde seg og betraktet følgesvennene sine. Han grep mikrofonen og meddelte at nå var det på tide å dra. – Farvel da, og takk for alt.

It was one of Diego Alatriste's virtues that he could make friends in Hell.

Amicizia..." Corso si guardò attorno, aspettando che qualcuno gli spiegasse la parola. "I bar e i cimiteri sono pieni di amici inseparabili.

Así, tras haber tenido buen número de amantes, una mujer debe considerarse afortunada si sabe convertir a alguno de ellos, el más inteligente, en un fiel y leal amigo.

Il poeta annuì gravemente, guardò altrove e non disse altro. Come lui stesso aveva sostenuto più volte, l'amicizia si nutre di giri di bevute, stoccate spalla contro spalla e silenzi opportuni.

Me gustan quienes son leales, y en estos tiempos ya ni los perros lo somos.

One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree?...Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and makes us relive the emotions that filled it. Happy hours underlined in red pencil, dark ones in black...Where was I, then? What prince called me his friend, what beggar called me his brother?

Hay mujeres admirables, acostumbradas a pensar. Damas inteligentes, libres de espíritu, que se sitúan por encima de los prejuicios y combinan el alma fuerte de los hombres con la sensibilidad de su sexo. —Eso es muy cierto. Quizá por eso, las mujeres de talento aman más tiernamente a sus viejos amigos que a sus jóvenes amantes... Ellas pueden engañar a veces al marido o al amante, pero nunca al amigo.

se trata menos de cabalgar con amigos que de conocer cuándo dejan de serlo.

la amistad se nutre de rondas de vino, estocadas hombro con hombro y silencios oportunos

Como acaba de leer el señor secretario, se trata de elegir entre nuestros compañeros a dos hombres buenos.

You don't choose your friends, they choose you, and you either reject them or you accept them without reservations.

Stop torturing yourself, her friends said. Stop living in the past. He was gone. Capital G--Gone. He wasn't coming back. She should focus not on the pain, but on the possibility. Something good would come from all this heartache, something always did. Everything, her friends told her, happened for a reason. She should start looking for the silver lining. She thought she might start looking for new friends.

You tell us about your other friends. You feel guilty speaking about them, but you are annoyed, frustrated. You don't always trust their motives. You feel pressured by their demands on you. You're worn out by the effort it takes to be with them, to feign interest in their stream of never-ending problems.

Those who stay close by me, then, To damage my good name and cut me down to size— Are surely there protecting me From falling into realms of grief.

The Tathagatas have said that a fool is no one's friend, because the affection of a fool does not arise without self-interest.

Always thank a good listener. You never know when you might need them again!

A good book is like a good friend, do you know, Lacey? One you can turn to when the night is cold and you are lonely. And there is old Herodotus, standing ready to regale me with tales of his travels.

She's always there for me when I need her She's my best friend she's just my everything.

I give dating advice on a regular basis. It's not that I'm any expert, but it's always nice to share that with your friends.

Abraham Lincoln was in no way whatsoever a friend of Black people. He had little concern for our plight. In his famous reply to editor Horace Greeley in August, 1862, he openly stated: My paramount objective in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it and if i could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone, I would also do that.

Since they weren't sleepy and nothing had been left unsaid, they began to read poetry to each other, taking turns like children and enjoying it. Bachir had a lovely voice, one that was already that of a man. He knew many poems by heart. He lovingly recited Victor Hugo, with warmth Rimbaud's Le bateau ivre, and poems written by young people going into battle; he then moved on to the poets of liberty - Rimbaud again, Eluard, and Desnos.

A mere friend will agree with you, but a real friend will argue.