Quotes About Companionship

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant… My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.

No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.

It is better to weep with wise men than to laugh with fools.

there's nothing in the human heart or mind, no place no matter how twisted or secret, that can't be endured - if you have someone to share it with.

Marriage is good for those who are afraid to sleep alone at night.

Who loves me, loves my dog.

We have been called to heal wounds, to unite what has fallen apart, and to bring home those who have lost their way.

Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.

The happy man in this life needs friends.

So I was pet free, and not unhappily so, until Aimee showed up the morning of my last day of being twenty-nine with a teacup-sized, deep red, wriggling puppy. It was love at first sight, and I'm grateful for her serene and placid presence. Not to mention the fact that she is the perfect dog. Never naughty, never a sick day in her life, never has an accident in the house or chews anything she oughtn't. She is essentially the non-dog dog, practically a person, and I can take her anywhere.

One loyal friend," Euripides reminds us, "is worth ten thousand relatives.

You can be in love with someone you hardly know, all romance and rapture and starry eyes.... But you can't love a person till you know him or her inside out, until you have lived with them and shared experience... you have got to share living before you can find love.

tag along as usual, her playmates were nowhere to be seen.

They all live too far away," sighed Mama as she watched lonesome Sister pick up her trusty jump rope and start jumping with a friendly frog.

When you're up there hundreds of people will claim you as a friend. When you're down, you're lucky if one will buy you a cup of coffee.

On Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl Friday : "These two simply appreciate one another more than either of them appreciates anyone else, and they would rather be appreciated by one another more than by anyone else. They just are at home with one another, whether or not they can ever live together under the same roof -- that is, ever find a roof they can live together under.

The greatest fear dogs know is the fear that you will not come back when you go out the door without them.

He was welcome everywhere he went, and was well-aware of his inability to tolerate solitude. He felt no inclination to be alone and avoided it as far as possible; he didn't really want to become any better acquainted with himself. He knew that if he wanted to show his talents to best advantage, he needed to strike sparks off other people to fan the flames of warmth and exuberance in his heart. On his own he was frosty, no use to himself at all, like a match left lying in its box.

Nur einsame Kinder können ganz ihre Leidenschaft zusammenhalten: die anderen zerschwätzen ihr Gefühl in Geselligkeit, schleifen es ab in Vertraulichkeiten, sie haben von Liebe viel gehört und gelesen und wissen, daß sie ein gemeinsames Schicksal ist.

Books are, I find, the best provisions a man can take with him on life's journey.

You're better than an AA meeting, Marigold. And way cheaper than a therapist." She laughed, then trailed off into a wistful sigh. "I need a friend, Marigold. I wish you would wake up." But for my sake… or for hers?

I do not believe, then, that marriage was invented to oppress women any more than it was invented to protect them. In most cases, marriage probably originated as an informal way of organizing sexual companionship, child rearing, and the daily tasks of life.

The capacity to be comfortably alone flows from satisfying experiences of being with someone else. What's more, satisfying experiences of being with someone else fuel a continuing capacity to be alone, without feeling adrift or lonely.

The greater part of our lives is spent with ourselves, no matter where or with what other people we may live . . . our imagination is the only companion chained to us for the whole of existence.' Charlotte Wolff