Quotes About Companionship

They strolled toward the causeway, and he took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. 'I am quite capable of moving of my own volition, I thank you,' Diana said, staring straight ahead. He looked down at her in feigned astonishment. 'I am quite sure you are,' he said. 'I would have swung you up into my arms if I had thought you were not.' He retained his hold of her hand.

Life on a large estate for a single gentleman can become very lonely.

I am so glad I was with you. I am sure no one else would understand. They would have been impatient with me . . . You understand how I feel.

Henry wanted to hate him. She did hate him! But she could not stop herself from caring. She had grown to enjoy his companionship, to need his attention and approval. She had come to love him and want his caresses. She had given herself to him completely on that one night they had had together, and had believed that for him it had been as earth-shattering an experience as it had been for her.

Soon Elizabeth had considered him to be her closest friend. She looked forward to meeting him. With him she felt free to pour out her innermost thoughts.

Oh, but I do," Henrietta said earnestly. "' Twill come between us, Anna, and I have so enjoyed having a friend.

For life would lose its final light if that friendship were ever withdrawn.

Sadie was at his side when the old desire to leave everything behind rose up in him again. "Suppose . . ." he began. "Suppose . . ." Then he moved on, one last time.

They say dogs are man's best friend," he said. "But horses are man's best slave.

A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them

Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old—or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.

LITTLE DOGS RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT (PERCY THREE) He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. And when I'm awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the air and his eyes dark and fervent. Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.

Be prepared. A dog is adorable and noble. A dog is a true and loving friend. A dog is also a hedonist.

I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck. He is sweeter than soap. He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark...

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Let me keep company always with those who say "Look!" and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

If there is life after the earth-life, will you come with me? Even then? Since we're bound to be something, why not together.

I had to go away for a few days so I called the kennel and made an appointment. I guess Bear overheard the conversation. "Love and company," said Bear, "are the adornments that change everything. I know they'll be nice to me, but I'll be sad, sad, sad." And pitifully he wrung his paws. I cancelled the trip.

The poem was made not just to exist, but to speak—to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed.

Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we should honor as well as love the dog of our own life, and the dog down the street, and all the dogs not yet born. What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

What shall I do? When I pick up the broom he leaves the room. When I fuss with kindling he runs for the yard. Then he's back, and we hug for a long time. In his low-to-the-ground chest I can hear his heart slowing down. Then I rub his shoulders and kiss his feet and fondle his long hound ears. Benny, I say, don't worry. I also know the way the old life haunts the new.

and there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.

there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do— determined to save the only life you could save.