Quotes About Companionship

My poor Flush has fallen into tribulation. Think of Catiline, the great savage Cuba bloodhound belonging to this house, attempting last night to worry him just as the first Catiline did Cicero. Flush was rescued, but not before he had been wounded severely: and this morning he is on three legs and in great depression of spirits. My poor, poor Flushie! He lies on my sofa and looks up to me with most pathetic eyes.

Miss Mitford talks of coming to town for a day, and of bringing Flush with her, as soon as the weather settles, and to-day looks so like it that I have mused this morning on the possibility of breaking my prison doors and getting into the next room. Only there is a forbidding north wind, they say.

I love and think of you always. Fancy Flush being taken in the light of a rival by baby! Oh, baby was quite jealous the other day, and strugggled and kicked to get to me because he saw Flush leaning his pretty head on my lap. There's a great strife for privileges between those two.

If you have to die [...] better to go down fighting. Better to die in company. Better not be the last, and alone, weighed down with all that knowing.

A good thing they didn't know I was traveling with a trio of warrior women. I wouldn't have stood a chance alone.

Though I am otherwise relentlessly normal, I have one peculiarity: I get along well only with people who are smarter than me.

A companionable hand on his shoulder made him shiver.

She reined her mare in close enough that Gin could lean a shoulder on her to be comforted, and slid her own arm around Kit's waist, seeming not to notice that it took all of his flickering strength of heart not to shy and buck.

I wait at the airlock, Gabe on my left side, Patty on my right. Captain Wainwright is three steps in front of us, Richard hovering like an anxious blind date in my head.

Eventually, I realized I was wasting my time, and if I wanted to hide from humanity in a bottle, I was better off making it a titanium one with a warp drive and a couple of carefully selected companions.

They came down together, the old wolf in his kilt and dinner jacket leaning on the young one in his cedar-smelling tuxedo.

Kit sat in that darkness too deep for his witch sight to pierce, even had the use of it, and ran his fingers over the rugged surface of the scold's bridle Baines had left to keep him company.

Two decians later, we didn't have any answers, but we'd kind of gotten used to having the not-a-parasite around. And we were still calling it the not-a-parasite, even though it had proven pretty useful.

The mantid was one of those creatures you could just hand around with, not saying anything and not notice the quiet because it felt natural.

Once you signed the contract, you would never be alone again.

Just because I don't care for the prowl myself doesn't mean I can't be a pretty good wingperson.

Tristen had been alone so long that the affectionate proximity of another organic chipped at his rough edges, like wear smoothing a rusted bearing, and what was left functioned better than the grief-etched surfaces of before.

Kit bumped Matthew with his shoulder, the way, once upon a time, he might have nudged another friend.

His pilots. And no, frankly, just his pathway to other worlds, but personal friends, all three of them.

I liked who I was now. It wasn't entirely comfortable-I knew there were places wher I chafed and rubbed and prickled, against my shipmates and against myself-but overall, I liked who I'd been with Singer and Connla.

He gestured to the raven, who seemed quite content to nestle against the curve of Will's neck.

You left me," David said at last. "You were angry company." But the fingers that traced his brow and cheek were anything but angry. "I wasn't angry at you.

You must show him your monkey: I am sure he will like that.

Frantic smiles at parties, overtures that have desperation behind them, miasmic reaches of talk with the lost bore, short cuts to approach through staring, squeezing or kissing all indicate that one cannot live alone. Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.