Quotes About Companionship

With my dog I don't get no respect. He keeps barking at the front door. He don't want to go out. He wants me to leave.

If you don't own a dog, at least one, there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.

Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made.

For me a house or an apartment becomes a home when you add one set of four legs, a happy tail, and that indescribable measure of love that we call a dog.

Cats are a tonic, they are a laugh, they are a cuddle, they are at least pretty just about all of the time and beautiful some of the time.

Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole

Now it seems to me that the right way to love a dog is to love him not as a person, but as a creature that has been raised to the edge of personhood, so as to look into a place that is opaque to him but from which emerge signals that he understands in another way than we who send them.

If we base our love for our dog on the premise that he, like us, is a person, then we damage both him and ourselves. We damage him by making demands that no animal can fully understand – holding him to account in ways that make no sense to him. We will feel bound to keep him alive, as we keep each other alive, for the sake of a relation that, being personal, is also eternal.

I took Jack his slippers this evening and lay at his feet before a roaring fire while he smoked his pipe, sipped sherry, and read the newspaper. He read aloud everything involving killings, arsons, mutilations, grave robberies, church desecrations, and unusual thefts. It is very pleasant just being domestic sometimes.

When you are going to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.

because we don't have to talk. Often we sit fifteen minutes in silence before one of us breaks it!

Something about this deep domesticity and respectability pleased Washington, who was never cut out for a gallivanting, footloose life. Martha gave him a secure, happy base for the myriad activities of a busy career. She was his dear companion, trusted adviser, and confidante long after lust faded, and they delighted in each other's company.

I was often there with George, his playmate, schoolmate, and young man's companion," said Lawrence Washington of Chotank, a distant relative. "Of the mother I was more afraid than of my own parents; she awed me in the midst of her kindness, for she was, indeed, truly kind.

He is very well and jolly by bits but sometimes I see he feels as lonely as I do

I know he has much enjoyed our being in the house

Friends are like books. You carry them with you forever, regardless of mundane impediments like geography.

When a[n Afghan Arab] fighter fell, his comrades would congratulate him and weep because they were not also slain in battle.

Alone, alienated, and often far from his family, the exile turned to the mosque, where he found companionship and the consolation of religion. Islam provided the element of commonality. It was more than a faith -- it was an identity.

Every so often they exchanged these quick, knowing glances, each making sure the other one was still there, still with her. I wondered how long their friendship would last, and I felt sorry for them, because they didn't know it wouldn't.

Adult friendship doesn't grant you an exclusive, isn't meant to be ranked above romance and family.

Reacher smiled. Bad luck and trouble, been my only friends.

Reacher said, "I wish I could send you ahead. Instead of me. You're a grown-up. I don't care what happens to you. Come if you want. Stay with us all the way. But stay with us on my left-hand side." "Why that?" "I'm right-handed. I like freedom of movement." "Understood. Let's go.

In times of dread it's good to have an old man along. An old man has seen worse.

I'd lived years without a woman to tell me small things. Her work went well and she wanted to say so, and I was the man who was listening. That fact swung open and light came in.