Quotes About Friendship

L'estate significava per me Dill accanto alla vasca dei pesci che fumava sigarette di canapa; significava gli occhi di Dill che brillavano mentre almanaccava complicati progetti per stanare Boo Radley; l'estate significava Dill che mi baciava, rapido, quando Jem non ci guardava, significava le nostalgie che ciascuno di noi provava e che l'altro intuiva: con lui la vita era normale; senza di lui, insopportabile.

With rough gentleness the big boys taught her to shoot craps and chew tobacco without losing it. The big girls giggled behind their hands most of the time and whispered among themselves a great deal, but Jean Louise considered them useful when choosing sides for a volleyball match. All in all, it was turning out to be a wonderful year.

Dill and Jem emerged from a brief huddle: "If you stay you've got to do what we tell you," Dill warned. "We-ll," I said, "who's so high and mighty all of a sudden?" "If you don't say you'll do what we tell you, we ain't gonna tell you anything," Dill continued.

His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor's image blurred with my sudden tears. "Hey, Boo," I said.

The time your friends need you is when they're wrong... They don't need you when they're right.

Dill was in hearty agreement with this plan of action. Dill was becoming something of a trail anyways, following Jem about... He only grew closer to Jem. (Lee 55)

Come to me. When you can't stand it any longer, come to me.

luchamos contra nuestros amigos. Pero tenlo presente, por muy mal que se ponga la cosa, siguen siendo nuestros amigos, esté es nuestro hogar.

the time your friends need you is when they're wrong, Jean Louise.

I never looked forward more to anything in my life. Hours of wintertime had found me in the tree-house looking over at the school yard, spying on multitudes of children through a two-power telescope Jem had given me, learning their games, following Jem's red jacket through wriggling circles of blind man's buff, secretly sharing their misfortunes and minor victories. I longed to join them.

The time your friends need you is when they're wrong, Jean Louise. They don't need you when they're right.

This is one good thing about life that never changes, she thought. As long as he lived, as long as she returned, Mr. Fred would be here with his . . . simple welcome. What was that? Alice? Brer Rabbit? It was Mole. Mole, when he returned from some long journey, desperately tired, had found the familiar waiting for him with its simple welcome.

The Gray Ghost, by Seckatary Hawkins.

Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

cuando más te necesitan tus amigos es cuando se equivocan, Jean Louise, no cuando tienen razón.

Dill's eyes flickered at Jem, and Jem looked at the floor. Then he rose and broke the remaining code of our childhood. He went out of the room and down the hall. "Atticus," his voice was distant, "can you come here a minute, sir?

Bu kez farkl?, dedi Atticus. Bu kez Yankilerle savaÅŸm?yoruz, dostlar?m?zla sava??yoruz. Ama ÅŸunu unutma, iÅŸler ne kadar kötüye giderse gitsin, onlar yine de bizim dostumuz, buras? da bizim ülkemiz.

Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.

Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies. But

Jean Louise had lost touch with nearly everyone she grew up with and did not wish particularly to rediscover the companions of her adolescence. Her schooldays were her most miserable days, she was unsentimental to the point of callousness about the women's college she had attended, nothing displeased her more than to be set in the middle of a group of people who played Remember Old So-and-So.

The Light Brigade sat to the left of her: in their early and middle thirties, they devoted most of their free time to the Amanuensis Club, bridge, and getting one-up on each other in the matter of electrical appliances:

Miss Caroline was no more than twenty-one. She had bright auburn hair, pink cheeks, and wore crimson fingernail polish. She also wore high-heeled pumps and a red-and-white-striped dress. She looked and smelled like a peppermint drop. She boarded across the street one door down from us in Miss Maudie Atkinson's upstairs front room, and when Miss Maudie introduced us to her, Jem was in a haze for days.

the time your friends need you is when they're wrong, Jean Louise. They don't need you when they're right—

She had never told us on, had never played cat-and-mouse with us, she was not at all interested in our private lives. She was our friend.