Quotes About Companionship

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

I am lost without my Boswell. [Sherlock Holmes on Dr. Watson.]

I think that I had better go, Holmes. Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell.

Let me see—what are my other shortcomings? I get in the dumps at times, and don't open my mouth for days on end. You must not think I am sulky when I do that. Just let me alone, and I'll soon be right. What have you to confess now? It's just as well for two fellows to know the worst of one another before they begin to live together.

Now, Watson,' said Holmes, (...) 'you'll come with me, won't you?' 'If I can be of use.' 'Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use. And a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.' (...) 'You have a grand gift of silence, Watson,' said he. 'It makes you quite invaluable as a companion. Pon my word, it is a great thing for me to have someone to talk to, for my own thoughts are not over-pleasant.

The sight of a friendly face in the great wilderness of London is a pleasant thing indeed to a lonely man.

By Jove! I cried; if he really wants someone to share the rooms and the expense, I am the very man for him. I should prefer having a partner to being alone. Young Stamford looked rather strangely at me over his wineglass. "You don't know Sherlock Holmes yet," he said; "perhaps you would not care for him as a constant companion.

Some friend of yours, perhaps? Except yourself I have none, he answered. I do not encourage visitors.

that while a good friend would bail you out of jail, a best friend would be in jail alongside you.

People who are all alone have every right to be friends with one another. (The Honeymoon Of Mrs. Smith - Version 1)

They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed.

I could help her in her shop, Eleanor thought; she loves beautiful things and I would go with her to find them. We could go anywhere we pleased, to the edge of the world if we liked, and come back when we wanted to.

It was not pleasant sitting on the porch after Tony had gone; a spot where two people have been talking, however briefly, is not after that a spot for one person to sit alone.

I'm not alone. My friends are inside me . . our hearts are connected!

Doctor, I wish you'd make in a month what I lose in a year. Then you'd say I was a friend of yours.

In the end, each of us is alone, but in the meantime, we must all huddle together to give one another comfort and warmth.

Time spent with cats is never wasted.

How good is his memory? If very good, as dogs' memories are said to be, what grief being locked up alone might bring him. And - heart-shredding thought - is it still for you that he waits by the door?)

What do dogs think when they see someone cry? Bred to be comforters, they comfort us. But how puzzling human unhappiness must be to them. We who can fill our dishes any time and with as much food as we like, who can go outside whenever we wish, and run free - we who have no master constantly needling to be pleased, or obeyed.

I think of the story of Hachik? the Akita, who used to go to Tokyo's Shibuya Station to meet the train that brought his master home from work every day—until one day the man died suddenly and Hachik? waited in vain. But the next day, and every day after that, for nearly ten years, the dog appeared at the station to meet the train at the usual hour.

I like that the Aborigines say dogs make people human. Also (though I can't remember who said it): The thing that keeps me from becoming a complete misanthrope is seeing how much dogs love men.

Who doesn't know that the dog is the epitome of devotion? But it's this devotion to humans, so instinctual that it's given freely even to persons who are unworthy of it, that has made me prefer cats. Give me a pet that can get along without me.

I like that the Aborigines say dogs make people human

They hold each other tightly for a few moments as the dog, a miniature dachshund, barks and leaps at them.