Quotes About Friendship

Every decent friendship comes with a drop of hatred. But that hatred is like honey in the tea. It makes it addictive.

Jules and I were tiny people. We were delicate. We were almost destroyed. We were vulnerable. Like nerds in a school yard of bullies, we could have traded our stamps and cards of extinct animals. That's the kind of people we would be if our situation were different.

Rose had grown up in a room filled with sixty other girls. She was used to the intimacy of other female bodies. When a girl reached out a hand to her, Rose always instinctively grabbed it. Poppy was not used to touching other women. Poppy was that strange thing: an only child.

I decided to get my butt up out of the coffin, just like Jesus Christ, and come and chitchat with all my beautiful and soulful friends.

Wie Manche, die am Hals des Freundes hängt, Sagt wohl das Wort: sie lieb' ihn, o so sehr, Daß sie vor Liebe gleich ihn essen könnte; Und hinterher, das Wort beprüft, die Närrinn!

I hate Christmas. Everything is designed for families, romance, warmth, emotion and presents, and if you have no boyfriend, no money, your mother is going out with a missing Portuguese criminal and your friends don't want to be your friend anymore, it makes you want to emigrate to a vicious Muslim regime, where at least all the women are treated like social outcasts. Anyway, I don't care. I am going to quietly read a book all weekend and listen to classical music.

She's a jellyfisher: You have a conversation with her that seems all nice and friendly, then you suddenly feel like you've been stung and you don't know where it came from.

Jude: Just as you are? Not thinner? Not cleverer? Not with slightly bigger breasts or slightly smaller nose? Bridget: No. Shazzer: Well, fuck me. Tom: This is someone you hate right? Bridget: Yes, yes, I hate him.

Girls are so much nicer than men (apart from Tom-but homosexual).

All got really plastered after that. Was completely fantastic evening. As Tom said, if Miss Havisham had had some jolly flatmates to take the piss out of her she would never have stayed so long in her wedding dress.

Bridget ! Comme tu as maigri ! - C'est vrai ? ai-je commencé, ravie, avant de me rappeler que nous étions au téléphone.

Odio el comportamiento pasivo-agresivo del teléfono en el mundo moderno de las citas, utilizando la no comunicación como forma de comunicación. Es terrible, terrible: una llamada o la ausencia de ésta marca la diferencia entre el amor y la amistad, o entre la felicidad y ser dejada a tu suerte en la despiadada guerra de trincheras de las citas, exactamente en la misma situación que antes pero sintiéndote incluso más jodida que la última vez.

Do you know one of the things I love most about you, Bridget?' 'What?' I said excitedly, thinking I was about yo be praised: for being intelligent or pretty. 'That in all the time I've known you I've never once been bored by you.

liking the most famous, or the richest, or the prettiest, more than the most human, or the kindest friend.

she was a lifelong friend of some of us, and there comes a time when there are very few left who knew you as a girl, and the sudden breaking of such a tie is indeed a matter of sorrow.

My friends have made the story of my life.

My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

True friends never apart maybe in distance but never in heart

Good friends walk in when the old ones walk out.

What a blind person needs is not a teacher but another self.

If there were no life beyond this earth-life, some people I have known would gain immortality by the nobility of our memory of them. With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution of happiness, strength, and understanding to my being remains to sustain me in an altered world.

Thus it is that my friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges, and enabled me to walk serene and happy in the shadow cast by my deprivation.

I read them in the intervals between study and play with an ever-deepening sense of pleasure. I did not study nor analyze them—I did not know whether they were well written or not; I never thought about style or authorship. They laid their treasures at my feet, and I accepted them as we accept the sunshine and the love of our friends.

but I didn't dream that, that interview would be the door through which I should pass from darkness into light, from isolation to friendship, companionship, knowledge, love.