Quotes About Companionship

Ours is a long marriage, and we have found solitude together. [p. 23]

He remounted. "I will ride with you." With some effort, he gentled his voice. "If that would be agreeable to you." "How kind of you. Thank you.

It occurs to me for the first time that Lorelei is getting older—she must be eight years old by now—and that I may not have unlimited time to conduct my research. Or to enjoy the quiet pleasure of her company. I will lose her someday, that much is certain, and it makes me ache to think of it. But, as all dog owners must, I put the thought quickly out of my mind.

The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses. They are allowed access to our most private moments. They are there when we think we are alone. Think of what they could tell us. They sit on the laps of presidents. They see acts of love and violence, quarrels and feuds, and the secret play of children. If they could tell us everything they have seen, all of the gaps of our lives would stitch themselves together.

The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses.

She: One of us is boring. He: Why do you say that? She: Because … well, we're just sitting here, not talking. He: What's wrong with that? She: Well, I don't know. Probably nothing—it's just that we don't need each other for it. He: For what? She: Being quiet.

That's when I realize how much I don't want to be alone, how sobbing should not be a solitary sport..

It's just him and me and cookies.

I sob and clutch my stuffed bunny. Nick leaps up on my bed and squashes his body against mine, nuzzling my face with his muzzle until I lift it enough for him to lick away my tears. While the pixie rages downstairs, I wrap my arms around Nick's furry body and cry into him. My shoulders quake from the effort of it. He whimpers once or twice and tries to lick my face some more, but mostly he watches the door, and eventually I stop with the pathetic sobbing stuff and just keep crying.

Sometimes, when you are scared, it just helps knowing that someone else is here.

The more boys I meet the more I love my dog.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.

Perhaps Our Lord took so young an apostle as John into His motley little company in order that he should be still a boy when he took Our Lady home. Perhaps, too, His very special love for John may have had something to do with the future, in which Christ foresaw John giving His Mother no time to grieve.

It is moving to think of her once more baking the kind of cakes she knew boys like; once more patching and darning, and sewing buckles on sandals; once more talking of the things that interested the boy and being a companion to his thought. And how fitting it was that the companion of John's thought should be Our Lady. For John's was the mind of crystal in which all the fires of love reflected, and Mary's was the mind of the girl who sang the Magnificat.

You call me a misanthrope because I avoid society. You err; I love society. Yet in order not to hate people, I must avoid their company.

It was books that made me feel that perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, and I with them.

Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact?" Will demanded with mock horror. "Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be." He banged on the side of the carriage. "Thomas! We must away at once to the nearest brothel. I seek scandal and low companionship.

If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.

the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, the foremost to defend.

Friendship is love without wings.

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog…. When all other friends desert, he remains.

He that lies with the dogs, riseth with fleas.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.