Quotes About Camaraderie

You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

You so need to lighten up about that potato-launcher incident," Butch said. Phury rolled his eyes and eased back in the banquette. "You broke my window." "Of course we did. V and I were aiming for it." "Twice." "Thus proving that he and I are outstanding marksmen.

That's you," Wrath said. You shall be called the Black Dagger warrior Dhestroyer, descended of Wrath son of Wrath." "But you'll always be Butch to us," Rhage cut in. "As well as hard-ass. Smart-ass. Royal pain in the ass. You know, whatever the situation calls for. I think as long as there's an ASS in there, it'll be accurate." "How about bASStard?" Z suggested. "Nice. I feel that.

You're such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)

again. After their "rolling" session, Reece and Freddy ran a few laps around the inside wall of the compound before getting into their morning workout. Like most of the special operations community, their

Today, that Teammate wasn't there to give Reece a hard time about his coffee predilections. He was waiting for Reece farther up the road.

goalposts, tore chunks of the field as souvenirs, and surrounded our team in their mud- and grass-stained

Bar life is about as democratic as we get.

Beer, it's the best damn drink in the world.

Close friendships with girls come early in life. After thirty it becomes harder to make new friends Ã¢â'¬â€ there are fewer hopes, dreams or anticipations to share.

Chère Marika, Le vieux Volks n'est pas là, et moi non plus, mais vous pouvez entrer quand même. Ça me réjouirait le coeur de savoir que vous êtes entrée, que vous avez bu du café ou du chocolat et mangé des biscuits, assise à ma place ou encore debout en regardant par la fenêtre. Simplement de savoir que vous êtes venue, je serais heureux. Même sans vous voir. A bientôt. Votre voisin, Jim

Rather, she feared her distress had its roots in the unexpected amiability of the enterprise, the sense of camaraderie that had sprung up between them as they sat quietly by the fire in her room discussing suspects in Mr. Otley's murder. In those moments, she'd felt known by the duke in a way she hadn't been by anyone else, and it made her sad and unsettled to realize how quickly he would cease to know her.

The word "emergence" seemed to crop up frequently. And most of all, there was this incredible energy and camaraderie in the air-a sense of barriers crumbling, a sense of new ideas let loose, a sense of spontaneous, unpredictable, open-ended freedom. In an odd, intellectual sort of way, the artificial life workshop felt like a throwback, like something right out of the Vietnam-era counterculture. And, of course, in an odd, intellectual sort of way, it was.

We could sing to lift our spirits,' one of them suggested. Believe me, you want me to end the chapter now.

Freinds are those whom we do it.

I genuinely liked all of the cast members very much. Steve had a wicked sense of humor. I remember Russell coming to my rescue, once. I watched Eric evolve before everyone's eyes. Maurice loved what he did, so. He treated his character with respect, down to the costuming.

Chrisfield looked straight ahead of him. He did not feel lonely any more now that he was marching in ranks again. His feet beat the ground in time with the other feet. He would not have to think whether to go to the right or to the left. He would do as the others did.

We don't need accountability groups; we need fellow warriors, someone to fight alongside, someone to watch our back.

Finny never permitted himself to realize that when you won they lost. That would have destroyed the perfect beauty which was sport.

I was beginning to see that Phineas could get away with anything. I couldn't help envying him that a little, which was perfectly normal. There was no harm in envying even your best friend a little

The Master was slipping from his official position momentarily, and it was just possible, if Phineas pressed hard enough, that there might be a flow of simple, unregulated friendliness between them, and such flows were one of Finny's reasons for living.

We were careless and wild, and I suppose we could be thought of as a sign of the life the war was being fought to preserve.

Paul and I know each other on a lot of different levels that very few people know about.

Educated folk keep to one another's company too much, leaving other people much like milk skimmed of its cream.