Quotes About Companionship

Things hurt more when you were alone, that was all.

The old woman had an old dog, but he hardly counted any more. He was so old that he looked like a stuffed dog. Once I took him for a walk down to the store. It was just like taking a stuffed dog for a walk. I tied him up to a stuffed fire hydrant and he pissed on it, but it was only stuffed piss.

I hate eating dinner alone. It's like being dead.

More poignant for us, at Laetoli in Tanzania are the companionable footprints of three real hominids, probably Australopithecus afarensis, walking together 3.6 million years ago in what was then fresh volcanic ash. Who does not wonder what these individuals were to each other, whether they held hands or even talked, and what forgotten errand they shared in a Pliocene dawn?

The more people I am with, Dorrigo thought, the more alone I feel.

They lived in them all or they died and every man with them; they had come to believe that to abandon one man was to abandon themselves.

I will clear for you a way and a path. Stay close to me. I hold the lantern, dispelling your anxiety. I am your chosen path.

Une maison sans chat, c'est la vie sans soleil!" ("A house without a cat is like life without sunshine!")

She loved the dogs as you're supposed to love dogs: consistently

You've always tried to pretend you don't need anyone, Tash, but you do. We all do. So just let me be there for you. -Sophie

The companionship of dead writers is a wonderful form of live friendship.

She knew me better than anyone else in the world. And still wanted to have lunch with me. And let me go on and on about myself.

Don't ever have dogs, Paul. They die on you, and then there comes a point when you don't know whether to get one last one or not. One for the road. So here we are, Sibyl and me. Either I'll die and break her heart or she'll die and break mine. Not much of a choice, is

She settled upon the hound. She met its brown eyes. It blinked slowly in what she liked to think was sympathy. Neither of them wanted to be where they were at the moment.

Papa, do you like my new friend? Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field. I surely do. Can I keep her? For the love of...No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though, he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him. Forever, papa? She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. Forever, she shyly whispered. Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. Forever, she pledged.

We ate it sitting on the couch, bowls perched on knees, the silence broken only by the occasional snort of laughter as we watched a pert blonde high school student dust vampires on the television. In almost no time we were slurping the dregs of our third servings. (it turns out that one reason we're so good together is that each of us eats more and faster than anyone either of us has ever met; also, we both recognize the genius of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.)

It did not seem possible, much as he craved the comfort of a woman of intelligence, of humor and balance and perception.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

As for me, I had found love, and that was a gift worth suffering for.

I'll go on any path you want. Might give you a push sometimes, keep you walking straight. But whatever happens, I'll be right there beside you. Rain or shine. Shadows or light. Step for step. Always.

Being friends, that's a big thing for some folk. One good friend can change your whole life.

Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan

You're the only person I've ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can.

How much significance could the roadway to others have when death was closer than one's companions?