Quotes About Camaraderie

Little John: I would come too. He might want knocking in a stream to cool his anger. Much: I will come too, to fish him out again, and to reassure him that not all of us have this queer craving for hurling folks in water.

They were our friends because we hated them; it was good to have them around. I was cleaner than them, brainier than them. I was better than them.

If you were going to be best friends with anyone – Kevin – you had to hate a lot of other people, the two of you, together. It made you better friends.

a haimish group—a warm group of Jewish homies.

But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!

The four to six young aides usually slept in one room, often two to a bed, then worked long days in a single room with chairs crowded around small wooden tables. Washington typically kept a small office off to the side. During busy periods, the aides sometimes wrote and copied one hundred letters per day, an exhausting grind

The officers shook hands, and the sniper gave a millimetric nod, which Reacher returned, equally briefly, which for two alleged snipers was effusive, and for a dogface and a jarhead meeting for the first time was practically like rolling around on the floor in an ecstatic bear hug.

Be friendly with the cookhouse detail.

Tony Swan, Jorge Sanchez, Calvin Franz, Frances Neagley, Stanley Lowrey, Manuel Orozco, David O'Donnell, and Karla Dixon.

The guy offered his left fist. Reacher bumped it with his right, behind DeLong's back. Not the first time his knuckles had touched a Sox fan, but by far the gentlest.

The members of Team Six "are bound together not only by sworn oaths, but also by the obligations of their brotherhood" (Pfarrer, 2011, p. 28). As one team member described it, "My relationship with Team Six has been more important than my marriage" (Wadsin and Templin, p. 254). Published

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.

I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood. I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society. Man do I have fun!

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

But in the end it's still a game of golf, and if at the end of the day you can't shake hands with your opponents and still be friends, then you've missed the point.

Teamwork is what the Green Bay Packers were all about. They didn't do it for individual glory. They did it because they loved one another.

I liked the energy of cooking, the action, the camaraderie. I often compare the kitchen to sports and compare the chef to a coach. There are a lot of similarities to it.

The more honor and self-respect among players, the greater the team.

The people like the American Legion Post that gave us a chance to play. A place to play and a chance to play.

I come from a background of hanging out with friends and shooting videos with them, with funny stuff coming out of the group. I guess we got the same charge jocks get out of sports.

Men often compete with one another until the day they die. Comradeship consists of rubbing shoulders jocularly with a competitor.

If I miss anything about the sport, it's the camaraderie of old teammates.

When you need a friend, you can always count on your teammates.

It's great to win, but it's also great fun just to be in the thick of any truly well and hard fought contest against opponents you respect, whatever the outcome.