Quotes About Friendship

That's probably one of the reasons why God gives us friends—to help us celebrate the good times, and to show us His—and their—love and concern in the bad times.

Bless you, my friend. I hope you find God's love some day.

The heartfelt counsel of a friend is sweet as perfume and incense. —Proverbs 27:9

A friendship is an investment that can yield great dividends over the long run. — Julie Durham —

Friends and flowers are two of God's most extravagant blessings. Nurture both. — Mimi Greenwood Knight —

Four men arrived carrying a paralyzed man on a mat. They couldn't bring him to Jesus because of the crowd, so they dug a hole through the roof above his head. Then they lowered the man on his mat, right down in front of Jesus. —Mark 2:3–4

None of us have to be paralyzed when we have friends. — Julie Durham

No matter ages or backgrounds, God's love woven into friendships can create something special. — Charlotte Adelsperger —

How I praise the Lord that you are concerned about me again. I know you have always been concerned for me, but you didn't have the chance to help me. —Philippians 4:10

That's one of the reasons God gives us friends. Through their words, prayers, and encouragement, they keep us going when we feel we can't move.

you spend more time on Facebook than you do listening to each other, you end up more concerned about your hundred "friends" than about your spouse.

Whatever it means to be a friend, taking a black eye for someone has to be in it.

I knelt down, and Jupiter put out both her hands and pulled my ears. "Jackie," said Jupiter. "That's right," I said. "Jackie.

Had it been just the two of us with the flock, I am sure it would have been a complete disaster. But Louie came with a helper, partner, friend, second brain: a border collie named (he must have wanted the similarities in names) Louise, and she quickly—after watching me for a moment and seeing how useless I was—took over completely.

I have a friend, he thought—I have a friend now. A hungry friend, but a good one. I have a friend named fire.

In some way, the dog filled a hole in his life, filled a loneliness he hadn't even known existed, and he wondered if it had always been the same for men; if somewhere back in time in a cave a man took a wolf pup and sat him down and thought, There, my life is better now.

I would have died if not for Cookie.

In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.

Poor Sasha. Not meant for these times, Ed said. They were both somehow cheered up by this conversation. But he means well.

After he had taught himself to be friendly, everything else became harder. He had to let go of his nerdy passions. He couldn't do both at once.

Negronis, cigarettes snuck. What could he do? His friend had begged him to come up, and the now-muted city would be more depressing still. "So who else is coming?" Ed asked. "Besides the Exalted One." He was referring to the famous actor who was coming up for a few days to work on a screenplay with Senderovsky, the source of his friend's anxiety. "Karen, you said." "Vinod, too." "Haven't seen him in ages. Is

What's up, wifey?" Mina said, grabbing her by the cheeks, then smacking her ass. Seema always felt better about being the child of immigrants when she hung out with Mina, her first-year roommate. The girl had no plans before, during, or after Michigan. She worked in graphic web design, which these days was simply a catchall category for anything not involving finance or escorting. Then again, her parents were so rich she didn't even have to grow up Asian.

Like friendship, words sometimes swell, at the dreamer's will, in the loop of a syllable.

Thereupon we all four left the office. Richard and I had 'never laughed so much in our lives.