Quotes About Camaraderie

There is nothing like destruction for creating a warm sense of camaraderie, and for a few minutes there in the rough-and-tumble of it all we actually felt like a big happy family.

The success of the Rat Pack or the Clan was due to the camaraderie, the three guys who work together and kid each other and love each other.

saying my fellow-officers are obliged to me, as indeed they

Losses are inevitable on the battlefield, of course, but in my view, no one's expendable apart from the enemy; angry, resentful troopers aren't going to cover my back when the las-bolts start flying,

That's when Josh got the feeling that he was watching himself, too, almost like he was a character in a movie. But it wasn't the right kind of movie, and he wondered about that. How do you get to be in the kind of movie you want to be in? Everyone else appeared to be in really awesome movies, full of camaraderie and laughter. Funny moments and ice cream cones. Adventure and suspense. Heroes! How could a person get into one of those?

the rest of the girls pretended not to notice. That's just what best friends do.

Every time you see a University of Michigan team, you're going to see a team that's going to play together & fight until the end until there's two zeros on the clock.

Well, we can ride together for a while longer. The highway south is farther along this way. I'll be glad of some cheerful company." "First time anyone's said that about me," Halt replied.

Here we spent so much time together - eight months of our lives almost - and it was so great because we all got so close and that really made us not afraid to improve with each other.

This is my sixth year now. I've never seen this many all-stars in the locker room at the same time.

All the guys in the locker room will give me a hard time and call me Robin Thicke or call me Justin Bieber.

We always have a good time playing, and I'm glad it shows.

We had built up a team in Edmonton that really knew who each other was from a personal standpoint and from a professional standpoint. Our nucleus had stayed together for a long time.

Us writers all like each other and want to write stories with each other; we're having a good time.

Wes Craven is a wonderful friend, and we had a really good time together.

The only good thing about going to the fights is you can go into the green room and you can see some of your old friends that you haven't seen in a long time.

Tas had been teasing Flint unmercifully all morning, calling him Seamaster and Shipmate asking him the price of fish, and how much he would charge to Ferry them back across the lake. Flint finally threw a rock at him, and Tennis sent ass down to the lake to scrub out the pans.

And he enjoyed listening to Caramon's gossip. Raistlin enjoyed proving to his own satisfaction that his fellow mortals were fools and idiots, while Caramon took immense pleasure in bringing a smile - albeit a sardonic smile - to his twin's lips.

It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.

increasingly, they did not really know each other. The constant toll of death and injury, in addition to the policy of rotating marines out promptly when their thirteen months up, meant that squads were always changing. There was no such thing as unit cohesion.

Few things are more beautiful to me than a bunch of thuggish, heavily tattooed line cooks moving around each other like ballerinas on a busy Saturday night. Seeing two guys who'd just as soon cut each other's throats in their off hours moving in unison with grace and ease can be as uplifting as any chemical stimulant or organized religion.

Line cooks are the heroes.

Now in those days, my brothers, the teaming up was mostly by fours and fives, these being like auto-teams, for being a comfy number for an auto, and six being the outside limit for gang-size. Sometimes gangs would gang up so as to make like malenky armies for big nightwar, but mostly it was best to roam in these like small numbers.

We shared an explosive enthusiasm that we blasted out of our bodies with alcohol. It was almost a sport. We tore through sobriety together, drink by drink, until we occupied a separate reality from the rest of the world.