Quotes About Friendship

A friend who won't respond to what a friend can't ask is like a looking glass in which you cannot see yourself.

Life is easier with friends... and we live a long fucking time.

La Jeune Fille: Va-t'en, ah, va-t'en! Disparais, odieux squelette! Je suis encore jeune, disparais! Et ne me touche pas! » La Mort: Donne-moi la main, douce et belle créature! Je suis ton amie, tu n'as rien à craindre. Laisse-toi faire! N'aie pas peur Viens sagement dormir dans mes bras

This was Betsy and Tacy's private corner. Betsy's mother was a great believer in people having private corners, and the piano box was plainly meant to belong to Betsy and Tacy, for it fitted them so snugly.

Julia was as happy as Betsy was, almost. One nice thing about Julia was that she rejoiced in other people's luck.

That's the way you have to be with boys, said Betsy. Beam about their old football when you're dying to know whether they're going to take you to a party.

This going around with boys makes me sick, said Tacy. I like Herbert Humphreys, said Tib. It was just like Tib to like a boy and say so. Oh, if you have to have a boy around, it might as well be Herbert, said Betsy, who liked him too. He wears cute clothes, said Tacy, blushing. Herbert Humphreys, who had come to Deep Valley from St. Paul, wore knickerbockers. The other boys in their grade wore plain short pants.

Thoughts are such fleet magic things. Betsy's thoughts swept a wide arc while Uncle Keith read her poem aloud. She thought of Julia learning to sing with Mrs. Poppy. She thought of Tib learning to dance. She thought of herself and Tacy and Tib going into their 'teens. She even thought of Tom and Herbert and of how, by and by, they would be carrying her books and Tacy's and Tib's up the hill from high school.

We're growing up and I don't like it, said Tacy, as they say at Heinz's later, drinking coffee.

They always ate and made tea on the alcohol lamp before going to bed. This was quite in the German tradition, Tilda said. Germans in their homes ate six meals a day: breakfast, second breakfast, dinner, afternoon coffee, supper and in the evening tea or beer with sandwiches and kuchen. Betsy, in the cherry-red bathrobe, and Tilda in a blue one, feasted merrily.

Did we bring a lunch?' asked Tacy. 'Yes,' said Betsy. 'It's under the seat. There are chicken sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs and potato salad and watermelon and chocolate cake and sweet pickles and sugar cookies and ice cream.' 'It ought to be plenty,' Tacy said.

How does a girl act with boys, exactly?" Tacy asked. "Oh," said Betsy airily, "you just curl your hair and use a lot of perfume and act plagued when they tease you.

Some characters become your friends for life. That's how it was for me with Betsy and Tacy. —JUDY BLUME

Three times! Three dull blows at Betsy's heart. He must have 'phoned her twice before he came over to the Rays, and probably once after he left. She couldn't remember that Tony had ever 'phoned her. He wasn't a telephone addict as some of the boys and most of the girls were.

In the little yellow cottage which had once been the Ray house, lights were shining. It could almost have been home still. Betsy and Tacy could almost have been children again. "I wish I still lived there," said Betsy, hugging Tacy, partly from love and partly from cold. "It's such trouble to grow up.

Why doesn't Tacy like boys?' asked Alice. 'But I do like them,' protested Tacy. 'I just don't think they are little tin gods.

You can't hand boys around as though they were pieces of cake, she said. Don't worry about getting a boy for me, Betsy. Boys just don't seem important to me. They don't seem any more important to me than they ever did. Tacy! said Betsy. You're beyond me! Well! said Tacy. That's the way I am.

And what else is she? Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, A bitchweasel? A bitchweasel! Jazza's face lit up. She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.

What did you do?" she hissed. "Me?" "Don't be a dick," she said. "That ship has sailed. Hang on. We can't fight yet. Where's my hug?

Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends. The command to pair bond sent ice water through Stevie's veins. She wanted falling rocks. But she knew what would happen if she didn't do the talking—her parents would. And if her parents started, anything could happen.

The real magic rocks are the friends we make along the way.

Want to make it a date, haircut?' she asked. 'As soon as I can scrape together the cash for the train ticket?' What's with the haircut, kiddo ?' he asked. 'I thought we were past that.' We'll never be past that,' she said.

The truth was that she had managed to betray everyone by doing nothing. No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong. Not cheating on a non-boyfriend with the non-boyfriend of a friend. The pressure of thinking that one through made her swollen body ache.

It's us, Stephen said. Oh, thank God, said a voice. Callum emerged from behind the Dumpster. Even with all that was going on, it was hard not to take notice of this: he wore only his underpants and his socks and shoes. ...I don't think I hid my staring very well either. Go ahead and change, Stephen said, handing me the bag. I'll go and get the car. Please be quick, Callum added. This is not as fun as it appears.