Quotes About Friendship

I had a vague memory of the intensity of teenage female relationships; more of a passion than a normal friendship.

Beside me Sam had started to shake silently. "Stop them," he murmured. "I'm going to bust my stitches.

Margaret laughed. "Sure thing. Sorry, Ave. I'll go and get the tea." Ave. If Avice had been feeling less awful, she would have corrected her: there was nothing worse than an abbreviated name.

C'mon Will! Let's give these fuckers something to talk about!" Suggestion on the part of a drunken Lou Clark, rooting for her beloved Will Traynor to advance his motorized wheelchair onto the dance floor, after the wedding ceremony between his former fiancé and his former best friend, while she plops herself onto his lap in her bright red dress and drapes her arms around him, his eyes staring straight at her cleavage!

I've had a very good life, Louisa. I loved my job and I worked with some wonderful people. I traveled to Paris, Milan, Berlin, London, far more than most women my age...I had my beautiful apartment and some excellent friends. You mustn't worry about me. All this nonsense about women having it all. We never could and we never shall. Women always have to make difficult choices. But there is a great consolation in simply doing something you love.

They sat in companionable silence, sipping their tea.

all I felt when I saw Vanessa was this weird sensation I used to get when I was a kid, like when you're at a friend's house and your mum comes to get you before you're ready.

No two months had ever left me feeling more inadequate. I was lonely almost all the time. I hated not knowing where I was going to sleep each night, was permanently anxious about train timetables and currency, found it difficult to make friends when I didn't trust anyone I met. And what could I say about myself, anyway? When people asked me, I could give them only the most cursory details. All the stuff that was important or interesting about me was what I couldn't share.

Everyone I've ever met who was worth knowing was a bit different at school. You just need to find your people." "Find my people." "Your tribe.

You just need to find your people

found it difficult to make friends when I didn't trust anyone I met. And

I mean, I'm not one of those people who has a massive circle of friends. I was with my last boyfriend for ages and we... we didn't really go out much. And then there was... Bill. We just used to talk all the time.

When he saw the content of my MP3 player one afternoon, he laughed so hard he nearly dislodged one of his tubes.

and it was a bit of relief to have a break from Lou's misery. Being around someone that depressed is a bit of a drain. You might feel sorry for them, but you can't help wanting to tell them to pull themselves together too.

Tú, Clark -se miró las manos-. eres la única persona con la que siento que pudo hablar desde que acabé en esta maldita silla.

Nobody ever says "sweet girl" about someone they were in love with. It's like the whole "we'll still be friends" thing. It means you didn't feel enough.' He was briefly amused. 'So what would I have said if I had been in love with her?' 'You would have looked very serious, and said, "Karen. Complete nightmare," or shut down and gone all "I don't want to talk about it.

have given up my best years and watched my friends freeze, drown and burn. I have given up my innocence, my friends their lives, so that I might grieve for what I was never sure I even wanted. At least, until it was too late.

Suddenly she turned and, spotting me by the entrance, waved, her smile wide, her hair flying up around her face. "Hey, Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that.

I like your thinking." "I like your everything." "We seem to spend a lot of time talking rubbish to each other." "Well, I like that too.

He can't bear it. I've sat there with him and there is nothing I can say to the guy, nothing that is going to make it any better. He's been dealt the shittiest hand of cards you can imagine.

My friends. A motley group, but then most friends are. •

Fancy a friendly beer with an exhausted corporate wage slave?

Everyone I knew hated Monday mornings, but I never minded them. I liked arriving early at The Buttered Bun, firing up the huge tea urn in the corner, bringing in the crates of milk and bread from the backyard and chatting to Frank as we prepared to open.

When he saw the contents of my MP3 player one afternoon, he laughed so hard he nearly dislodged one of his tubes.