Quotes About Friendship

Why, Robert Singh often wondered, did we give our hearts to friends whose life spans are so much shorter than our own?

Jean was definitely the girl who mattered, despite her queer ideas and queerer friends. He had no intention of totally abandoning Naomi or Joy or Elsa or—what was her name?—Denise; but the time had come for something more permanent.

The crisis was over. What was more, they had taken the first step toward genuine friendship. They had exchanged vulnerabilities.

And as for you, Paul, I assured him that you could keep a secret for up to six days without apoplexy.

The recipe for a long, happy life: consult with old philosophers and young doctors, consort with old friends and young women.

Rupert had shepherded his friends round a small but massive table

You're not hurt, Watson? For God's sake, say that you are not hurt! It was worth a wound -- it was worth many wounds -- to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

I am lost without my Boswell. [Sherlock Holmes on Dr. Watson.]

I think that I had better go, Holmes. Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.

Oh how I've missed you, Holmes.

I had no friends who would call upon me and break the monotony of my daily existence.

And here it is that I miss my Watson. By cunning questions and ejaculations of wonder he could elevate my simple art, which is but systematized common sense, into a prodigy. When I tell my own story I have no such aid.

Now, Watson,' said Holmes, (...) 'you'll come with me, won't you?' 'If I can be of use.' 'Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use. And a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.' (...) 'You have a grand gift of silence, Watson,' said he. 'It makes you quite invaluable as a companion. Pon my word, it is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are not over-pleasant.

We are bound to go." My answer was to rise from the table. "You are right, Holmes. We are bound to go." He sprang up and shook me by the hand. "I knew you would not shrink at the last," said he, and for a moment I saw something in his eyes which was nearer to tenderness than I had ever seen. The next instant he was his masterful, practical self once more.

The sight of a friendly face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant thing indeed to a lonely man.

By Jove! I cried; if he really wants someone to share the rooms and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a partner to being alone. Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wineglass. "You don't know Sherlock Holmes yet," he said; "perhaps you would not care for him as a constant companion.

In any case, Watson, you have turned out to be a prize flat-mate. I couldn't have asked for better.

My friend had no breakfast himself, for it was one of his peculiarities that in his more intense moments he would permit himself no food, and I have known him presume upon his iron strength until he has fainted from pure inanition. "At present I cannot spare energy and nerve force for digestion," he would say in answer to my medical remonstrance.

Watson: Get that out of my face. Sherlock: It's not in your face, it's in my hand. Watson: Get what's in your hand out of my face.

Look here, Watson; you look regularly done. Lie down there on the sofa, and see if I can put you to sleep." He took up his violin from the corner, and as I stretched myself out he began to play some low, dreamy, melodious air,—his own, no doubt, for he had a remarkable gift for improvisation. I have a vague remembrance of his gaunt limbs, his earnest face, and the rise and fall of his bow.

risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had formerly been in part my own. His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think, to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene

We can't do these things in the force, Mr. Holmes," said he. "No wonder you get results that are beyond us. But some of these days you'll go too far, and you'll find yourself and your friend in trouble." "For England, home and beauty—eh, Watson? Martyrs on the altar of our country.

Then my friend's wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.