Quotes About Companionship

Friendship is the golden thread that ties the hearts of all hearts of all the world.

Then the two friends leaned back and watched the sun rise clear of the trees. "Best time of day," said Will. Yes," Horace agreed. "What's for breakfast?

Isn't that someone we know?" asked Horace. He pointed to where a cloaked figure sat by the side of the road a few hundred meters away, arms wrapped around his knees. Close by him, a small shaggy horse cropped the grass growing at the edge of the drainage ditch that ran beside the road. "So it is," Halt replied. "And he seems to have brought Will with him.

Halt! How are you? What have you been doing? Where's Abelard? How's Crowley? What's this all about?" "I'm glad to see you rate my horse more important than our Corps Commandant," Halt said, one eyebrow rising in the expression that Will knew so well. Early in their relationship, he had thought it was an expression of displeasure. He had learned years ago that it was, for Halt, the equivalent of a smile.

You spoil your horse, Halt said. Will glanced at him. You spoil yours. Halt considered the thought, then nodded. That's true.

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.

And with his arm around the younger man's shoulders still, he led him away from the bow and back to the small group by the tiller. Halt glanced up as they approached, caught a look from Gilan and had a pretty good idea what they had been talking about. "Where have you two been?" he asked, his tone light. admiring the view," Gilan told him. "Thought you might need a hand from the two wisest heads on board.

In a month, the passes into Teutlandt and Skanida will be open and my companion and I will be on our way." He paused and Philemon frowned, trying to understand what he was being told. You want us to come with you?" he asked, at last. "You expect us to follow you?" Halt shook his head. "I have no wish to ever see any of you again," he said flatly.

Hal: "...Then we'll leave in a huff, taking you with us." "I've always wanted to travel in a huff," Ingvar mused. "It sounds very comfortable. I imagine they're well padded." "Lined with feathers, in fact," Gilan put in.

Of course you love her!" he'd replied. "She's been your best friend since you both could walk, and now she's grown up to be beautiful, talented, intelligent and witty. What's not to love about all that?

Yes. A few weeks with people closer to his own age will do him good. After all, folk do say I can be a little grim from time to time." "You, Halt? Grim? Who could say such a thing?" Gilan said. Halt glanced at him suspiciously. Gilan was, all too obviously, just managing to keep a straight face. "You know, Gilan," He said, "sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all.

He ate what his men ate. No more.

Halt glanced down at his friend's belt quiver. Like his own, it was empty. "Lost your arrows somewhere, did you?" he said, and the two of them laughed.

Pi' o' the li'er,' he said and for a moment Will frowned, trying to decipher the words. Then he had it. When he had left Shadow with Trobar, he had told the giant, 'If she ever has pups, I want the pick of the litter.' 'Pick of the litter?' he translated now and Trobar beamed, holding the little, squirming shape out to him. 'For you, Wi' Trea'y.

You know, Horace," he said at length, "you used to be a most agreeable young man. Whatever happened to you?" Horace turned a wide grin on him. "I've spent too much time around you, I suppose," he said. And Halt had to admit that was probably true.

Hij wist dat Halt op het punt stonden om te beginnen met wat hij 'creatieve administratie' noemde. Voor Arnaut was het gewoon vervalsing... En niet voor het eerst besloot hij dat naarmate hij langer optrok met twee Grijze Jagers, zijn morele standaard alleen maar verder naar beneden ging.

Realizing that he was unlikely to ever get the final word with his horse, Halt let the matter drop.

Bij Gorlogs tanden!' En ze trommelde geërgerd op de tafel. 'Gorlogs baard is het,' souffleerde Halt vriendelijk. 'Volgens mij heeft hij ze allebei.' - Vrouwe Pauline

Daar gaat hij weer - met háár. - Alyss

Temptation got too strong," Selethen told them as he came closer. "I decided to come with you.

Wat zou Alyss willen dat ik deed?'... Hij hoorde het haar bijna zeggen: 'Het zijn je vrienden.

Geen teken van onze grote harige vriend?' - Thorn 'Tot jij naast me kwam lopen niet, nee... O, bij de harige oksels van Orlog... daar heb je hém weer.' - Lydia

He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.