Quotes About Friendship

Oh, you know me." Jean reached behind his neck, down behind the loose leather vest he wore over his simple cotton tunic. He withdrew a pair of matching hatchets, each a foot and a half in length, with leather-wrapped handles and straight black blades that narrowed like scalpels. These were balanced with balls of blackened steel, each as wide around as a silver solon. The Wicked Sisters—Jean's weapons of choice. "I never travel alone. It's always the three of us.

They were your very good friends. Because they're going to teach you that when you kill someone, there are consequences. It is one thing to kill in a duel, to kill in self-defense, to kill for vengeance. It is another thing entirely to kill simply because you are careless. Those deaths are going to hang over your head until you're so careful you make the saints of Perelandro weep.

Jean ... you are a greater friend than I ever could have imagined before I met you; I owe you my life too many times over to count. I would rather be dead myself than lose you. Not just because you're all I have left.

I don't have to fight or run," [Locke] cackled. "I changed the rules of the game. I just have to keep you here...asshole. Here...until...Jean gets back.

For Calo, Galdo, and Bug

Heavens," said Galdo in a deep, dramatic voice, "only one man living could have squeezed forth such a gleaming brown jewel—this is the work of Squatting Calo, the Midnight Shitter!

If the whole things goes to shit, just remember to throw yourself down the damn waterfall." "I'll cover your back, the sharp and bloody way.

Gods damn you, LOcke,'she whispered. The corners of her eyes glistened. 'Twice now? Look, uh, if I said the wrong thing---' 'No,' she said, wiping at her eyes, trying but failing to do so nonchalantly. 'No, the trouble is you said the right thing.

So, uh, just to be clear," said Calo, "none of us are going to be fighting Jean?" "Not unless you're inconceivably stupid.

What do you think of the old boy?" said Jean. "He's got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat", said Locke, "but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.

Bug," Calo said, "Locke is like a brother to us, and our love for him has no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are 'Locke would appreciate it.' Ã¢â'¬Â "Rivaled only by 'Locke taught me a new trick,' Ã¢â'¬Â added Galdo.

Hey," said Locke, scratching his stubble absently with his quill. "That sounds suspiciously like wisdom, damn your eyes. Why must you always flounce about being wiser than me?" "Doesn't require much conscious effort.

Wise in the ways of all such things is Jean Tannen," said Jean. "Wiser by far than most; especially most named Lamora." "Shut your fat, ugly, inarguably wiser face," said Locke.

A glass poured on the ground for a stranger without friends.

Remember how she joked about twenty armed people in the next room?" said Jean with a sigh. He set down the book he'd been reading. "There were twenty armed men in the next room.

He should have died a few seconds later. It was Jean, as usual, who had other plans.

Of course they were your friends, Locke. They were your very good friends. Because they're going to teach you that when you kill someone, there are consequences. It is one thing to kill in a duel, to kill in self-defense, to kill for vengeance. It is another thing entirely to kill simply because you are careless.

What?" Jean glared at Locke and ground his teeth together. "You miserable little sneak, how could you—" "What? How dare I contemplate what you were going to do to me? You self-righteous strutting cock, I'll—" "What?" shouted Jean. "—I'll throw myself at you, and you'll beat the shit out of me," said Locke. "And then you'll feel awful! How about that, huh?

Feeling human again?" said Locke. "this brew could make a dead eunuch piss lightnign" said Jean.

Oh, just let it out. I don't care how it looks; it'll be hidden in the back of my cloak anyway. We can pretty it up later." "We?" Jean snorted as he loosened the doublet with a few strategic rips and slashes. "Me, more like. You mend clothes like dogs write poetry.

This man is my boatswain.

You needed a bath," Jean interrupted. "You were covered in self-pity.

In July 2016, after a night of drinking with friends, thirty three year old British man Simon Smith changed his name to Bacon Double Cheeseburger.

Two old men are sitting on the front porch of their retirement home. One man turns to the other and asks, "Do you still get horny?" "Oh yes, sure I do." "What do you do about it?" the first man asks. "I usually suck a lifesaver or two," the second man replies. After a few moments the first man asks, "Who drives you to the beach?