Quotes About Friendship

Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?

It turns out I'm really good at this stuff. I always believed in you, Stevie said. Did you? No, Stevie said. But you have a nice ass, so I let you slide. They smiled at each other from a thousand miles away. Stevie had never felt closer to him.

I had always liked him, but it never occurred to me to like him, like him.

Her parents had no idea that you could meet people outside of school and it wasn't freaky and the internet was the way of finding your people.

Funny how the world shifts when you're in the same space with your friends. The air is energized, the light is warmer.

The expression is: a boy's best friend is his mother. It's not: a boy's best pimp is his mother. It is that way for a reason.

Hello, Alice, Stevie said. It'd okay. It's over.

I had no idea if he had asked me because he liked me, or if his mom made him (our parents know each other), or because he lost a bet.

If he hadn't dragged me, I would never have made it up the hill.

Nate was a rain cloud, but he was her friendly rain cloud, and the world needs some rain.

Didn't say we tell each other everything

She reached over and squeezed him by the arm. "You did this for me," she said. "Yeah, I did this for you, but don't make it a thing.

She often found that when everything felt a little too much, she could not talk to anyone, even if she actually wanted to. She had a tendency to go where other people were not, to step into shadows when people walked toward her. She had a fondness for headphones and screens and ducking away, even as part of her wanted to be with friends. Which meant she was going to the library to find some people who were probably dead.

We have followed you, they said, and we shall follow you wherever you go. If danger threatens you, we shall face it also. If it be death, we shall die with you. You are damned, and we wish to share your damnation.

if this boat were sinking, I'd give my life to save you. Not because it's any kind of duty. Only because I like you, for reasons and standards of my own. I could die for you. But I couldn't and wouldn't live for you.

The practical implementation of friendship, affection and love consists of incorporating the welfare (the rational welfare) of the person involved into one's own hierarchy of values, then acting accordingly.

How did you know what's been killing me? Slowly, for years, driving me to hate people when I don't want to hate.... Have you felt it, too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you—except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them, nothing, not even a sound they can recognize. You mean, you want to hear? You want to know what I do and why I do it, you want to know what I think? It's not boring to you? It's important?

International 4-8818 and we are friends. This is an evil thing to say, for it is a transgression, the great Transgression of Preference, to love any among men better than the others, since we must love all men and all men are our friends. So International 4-8818 and we have never spoken of it. But we know. We know, when we look into each other's eyes. And when we look thus without words, we both know other things also, strange things for which there are no words, and these things frighten us.

His life was crowded , public and impersonal as a city square. The friend of humanity had no single private friend. People came to him; he came close to no one. He accepted all. His affection was golden, smooth and even, like a great expanse of sand; there was no wind of discrimination to raise dunes; the sands lay still and the sun stood high. ---Toohey.

He shared her conversations, he laughed with her friends, he was suddenly the devoted, attentive, admiring husband.

a vague soil spread and ready from which friendships would spring.

Frank was the fuel. He gave me, in the hours of my own days, the reality of that sense of life, which created The Fountainhead--and he helped me to maintain it over a long span of years when there was nothing around us but a gray desert of people and events that evoked nothing but contempt and revulsion. The essence of the bond between us is the fact that neither of us has ever wanted or been tempted to settle for anything less than the world presented in The Fountainhead. We never will.

Have you felt it too? Have you seen how your best friends love everything about you – except the things that count? And your most important is nothing to them; nothing, not even a sound they can recognize.

Those whom he kept for a month became his friends for life. They did not call themselves friends; they did not praise him to outsiders; they did not talk about him. They knew only, in a dim way, that it was not loyalty to him, but to the best within themselves.