Quotes About Friendship

Elena opens the door and yanks me through the house, stopping only when we reach the backyard. She lets me go only to grab the microphone from the lead singer. "Paco!" she announces loudly. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you," Elena says, pointing to Paco talking to a bunch of girls. "Next time you want to take a dump, do it in someone else's house." Paco's entourage of girls backs up and giggles, leaving him alone.

Brittany flew out of school today, following Burro Face. Before I left I saw them together in an intimate conversation by the back field. She picked him over me, which really shouldn't surprise me. When she asked me in chemistry what she should do, I should have told her to dump that pendejo. Then I'd be happy instead of pissed off. ¡Es un carbón de mierda? He doesn't deserve her. Okay, so I don't, either.

Brittany, I love hangin' with you. Shit, when I get to school I scan the halls lookin' for you. As soon as I catch sight of those angelic streaks of sunshine," I say, fingering her hair, "I know I can make it through the day.

Shelley, you think she'll take me back?" Alex asks her, his hair dangerously close to her fingers. She doesn't pull his hair . . . just pats his head gently. I feel the tears running down my cheeks at full speed. "Yeah!" Shelley yells with a goofy, gummy grin. She looks happier and more content than she's been in a long time. Both of my favorite people are with me right here; what more could I ask for?

At nine Megan calls to complain about Darlene. She thinks Darlene changed over the summer and now has a big ego because she's dating a college guy. At nine thirty Darlene calls to say she suspects Megan is jealous because she's dating a guy in college. At nine forty-five Sierra calls to tell me she talked to both Megan and Darlene tonight and she doesn't want to get in the middle of it. I agree, although I think we already are.

I lead Paco through the house. We pass Shelley in the family room looking at some magazine. "Shelley, this is Paco. He's Alex's friend. Paco, this is my sister, Shelley." At the mention of Alex's name, Shelley gives a happy squeal. "Hey, Shelley," Paco says. Shelley smiles wide. "Shell-bell, I need you to do me a favor." Shelley bobs her head in response as I whisper, "I need you to keep Mom occupied while I talk to Paco." Shelley grins, and I know my sister will come through for me.

Sam raises an eyebrow. "You know this guy?" "Listen," I say, taking one look at White Guy and am glad he's wearing a blue button-down instead of his coral shirt. It's still geek city, but at least I can keep a straight face when I say, "This guy's been in jail more times than me. He might look like a complete pendejo , but underneath that fucked-up hair and lame shirt he's a complete badass.

I lean over to Paco and ask, "Seriously, what do you think of Alex and me together?" "Seriously, you're pro'bly the best thing that's ever happened to the guy.

Who can sleep when we've got Trish the fuckin' bulldozer with us?

all these words, this laughter, these marks of attention, helped to lift me back in the saddle, to hold my horse's bridle with a firm grip.

With their women's bodies and children's eyes, my friends felt quite ready to get the better of existence

Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sign that you will recognize it.

Do not allow yourself to be imprisoned by any affection. Keep your solitude. The day, if it ever comes, when you are given true affection, there will be no opposition between interior solitude and friendship, quite the reverse. It is even by this infallible sigh that you will recognize it.

It is one of the major tragedies that nothing is more discomforting than the hearty affection of the Old Friends who never were friends.

Avoid asking a friend anything concerning their relationship, that is a two seats vehicle.

Never worry with those who left you because of your weakness, but remember the ones who helped you see the light through the darkness.

Take those who always love to know about your well-being close to your heart.

There are those who will congratulate you when something good happens in your life and those who will never, nevertheless smile with them all, but mark the good ones and the bad.

True friendship is never based on the time you spend together, but on how real and best you wish for each other.

There is little friendship in the world, and least of all between equals.

Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.

Who God doth late and early pray,More of his grace than gifts to send,And entertains the harmless dayWith a well-chosen book or friend.

He would have liked to say goodbye, Shake hands with many friends. In Highgate now his finger-bones Stick through his finger-ends. You, God, who treat him thus and thus, Say, "Save his soul and pray." You ask me to believe You and I only see decay.

There is nothing more becoming a wise man than to make choice of friends, for by them thou shalt be judged what thou art. Let them therefore be wise and virtuous, and none of those that follow thee for gain; but make election rather of thy betters than thy inferiors; shunning always such as are poor and needy, for if thou givest twenty gifts and refuse to do the like but once, all that thou hast done will be lost, and such men will become thy mortal enemies.