Quotes About Companionship

It kind of depressed me to think a human could be so lonely that she would comfort herself with the company of appliances that whistle, and sit alone to eat.

One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.

They sat a few meters apart, speaking very rarely, and there was really only the noise of turning pages (…) Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words. Hi, Max. Hi, Liesel. They would sit and read.

A mosquito sings in my ear, and I almost feel grateful for the company. I'm even tempted to sing along. It

Avete mai notato che gli idioti hanno un sacco di amici?

Not another word was said for more than an hour. They only walked home together with aching feet and tired hearts.

But you've got to do it in the end. You have to end up with somebody. Because otherwise you go mad, or you start worrying about going mad, which is even worse. You can't go on sleeping alone.

A "successful" relationship is best defined not as one that sustains erotic intensity but rather one that helps to soften the brute fact that we're alone in this world—and will leave it.

I am convinced that... in the struggle for righteousness, man has cosmic companionship

To Pussy (1981-1995)

Bruno could never feel comfortable without an animal close to the center of his life, a creature with intelligence and warmth in its eyes, with affection and trust in its greeting.

But of one thing he was convinced: if le bon Dieu was half as wise and merciful as they said, then he would want dogs and horses in heaven.

She'd hatched into this new world of widowhood and wasn't sure where to turn now for her own personal source of light. Lost without bearings, scrambling madly toward some unseen goal. She no longer trusted her instincts. She didn't know how to be alone. She was afraid to be the solitary swimmer she'd once been. Brett had changed that in her. She needed the companionship of her friends more than ever.

But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.

My woman. She had a momentary image of a caveman, hanging on to his woman by the hair with one hand while in the other he wielded a club to beat back caveman number two. Perhaps she would sketch it one day.

A funny thing, love. It was not always, or even mostly, a sexual thing.

This was it. This was what she had longed for throughout the lonely years of her girlhood. Suddenly she felt lonelier than she had ever felt. And so excited she could barely breathe, Tresham stepped up beside her, drew her arm through his again, set his free hand lightly over hers, and said not a word. She had never loved him more.

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 wine-glass. "You don't know Sherlock Holmes yet

Why," said I, glancing up at my companion, "that was surely the bell. Who could come tonight? Some friend of yours, perhaps?" "Except yourself I have none," he answered. "I do not encourage visitors.

I am lost without my Boswell.

I went downstairs and carried the dog upstair in my arms. It's laboured breathing and glazing eye showed that it was not far from its end. Indeed, its snow-white muzzle proclaimed that it had already exceeded the usual term of canine existence. I placed it upon a cushion on the rug.

Truly, the old maid is a most useful person, one of the reserve forces of the community. They talk of the superfluous woman, but what would the poor superfluous man do without her kindly presence?

I could not wish anything better than to be associated with my friend in one of those singular adventures which were the normal condition of his existence.

A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one?