Quotes About Friendship

I've never enjoyed myself more than I have the past forty-eight hours, during which I've been trapped in a car with one of the worst drivers I've ever seen, run up the Spanish Steps and then down again so I could be on time to wait in line to perjuer myself at the American consulate. And I'd like to continue doing those sorts of thing with you on a regular basis for the foreseeable future.

It wasn't me," Lars supplied, from the front seat. "I didn't tell." "Of course it wasn't Lars," Michael said, having overheard him. "Tell Lars no one is blaming him." Seriously, if my life were one of those romance novels with a love triangle, Lars and Michael would be the sexy paranormal alpha males, but the two of them would be in love with each other and just ignore me.

Because my heat was too full of appreciation for what my friends-- my real friends-- had done for me.

This was something you had to work through on you own, Jason said. Besides, I knew you'd do the right thing. Oh, right, I said. I wanted to throw something at him. I really did. And if I hadn't? Now Jason brandished something he'd been holding behind his back. It was a golf club. I figured Big Bertha here would drive them away, he said.

Because friends like that are more precious than all the tiaras in the world

Sometimes in life, you fall down holes you can't climb out of by yourself. That's what friends and family are for-to help. They can't help, however, unless you let them know you're down there.

Tell me what game Steph Landry and I used to play in the big dirt pile they made while they were digging my family's pool, back when we were both seven, or I'll know you're an alien replacement and you've got the real Steph up in your mother ship!" I glared at him. "G.I. Joe meets Spelunker Barbie," I said. "And stop being so ridiculous. We have to go. We're going to end up at a bad table for lunch.

You can't be friends with someone who's in love with you if you don't love that person back the same way…

Is everything all right? Is everything all right? Hmm, hold on a minute, let me see . . . my mom is going out with my Algebra teacher, a subject I'm flunking, by the way; my best friend hates me; I'm fourteen years old and I've never been asked out; I don't have any breasts; and oh, I just found out I'm the princess of Genovia.

It was around then that the phone rang. It was my friend Cee Cee, wanting to know if I cared to join her and Adam McTavish at the Coffee Clutch to drink iced tea and talk bad about everyone we know.

I was too emotional to say anything. I was experiencing many "feels" as the kids on Tumblr—my computer-savvy friend CeeCee has told me about it—often say.

Friend Tim shakes hands with Perfect Specimen of Mankind. Will never wash right hand again.

Only a couple of people have figured out what a weirdo super freak I am on the inside. And those people all have a reason to keep my secret, because...well, I've helped them resolve their own secrets. One person especially. Miraculously, he fell in love with me. Don't ask me why. I think I'm fabulous, but I'm not entirely sure what he sees in me (except the fact that I've saved his life a few times. But he's returned the favor).

Douglas has more books- and comic books- than anyone I know. Still, if you wanted to borrow one, and took it down off the shelf and forgot to mention it to him, Douglas would notice right away it was missing, even though there are maybe a thousand other ones that look exactly like it right on the shelf beside it. Douglas is one of those books people

There are nice, funny totally good-looking guysout there. You just have to know where to look…and apparently, where NOT to look. Which is in the ladies' shower of your dorm.

Yeah, she's such a headcase. I guess it's never occurred to her that two people of the opposite sex can just be friends

I broke my toe playing Olympic figure skater with Allie over winter break.

Yup. Lilly has her own channel and TV show. And she is awesome at it. And she loves doing it. And I help her with it. And also, I am her best friend." (Page 16)

Exit our Miss Mel. Exit Friend Tim. When I glanced over my shoulder, Max Friedlander had disappeared—a remarkable feat, considering that there was nowhere on that side of the hole for him to go except into the Chronicle building. But he can't have gone in there. His soul would have been ripped instantly from his body while demons sucked out his life force.

To: Mel Fuller From: Nadine Wilcock Subject: Go take a Midol…

A smile is your friend—and also your best weapon. Show a friendly face, and your enemy will be so charmed, he'll never know what hit

If you think i'm letting little red riding hood go into the big bad woods of the east village by herself, you're nuts.'He took hold of my arm and swung me around. 'For one thing, I still owe you eternal servitude for saving my life, remember? And for another, the subway station's that way, stupid.Let's go.

Dolly, I swear to God, if you tell one more person that I saw Max Friedlander naked I will personally come over there and put a stake through your heart, which I hear is the only way to stop someone like you. He was not NAKED, okay? He was fully clothed. FULLY CLOTHED AT ALL TIMES. Well, except for his forearms. But that's all I saw, I swear it. So, stop telling people otherwise!!!

Make new friends but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.