Quotes About Companionship

I don't need you by my side. But I want you there. Very much want you there. That, I think, says more. Means more. He took the hand she held out to him. We'll go down. James should be here soon

Grown-ups get lonely at night, and they like to have someone to sleep with. Like Mom and Daddy do. I have my bear, she continued, referring to her favorite stuffed animal. So I don't get lonely.

Old friends are the bricks and mortar of your life.

The world needs lovers who fit, or how would we go on? To be only one of one for a life? That's a lonely life.

One of the best things about dogs, to Fiona's mind, was their absolute joy in welcoming you home, whether you'd been gone for five minutes or five days. There lay unconditional and boundless love.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Friendship's the bread of life, isn't it now?

What's wrong with standing in the same place if it's a good place?" "Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone. Honey, alone and lonely share the same root.

The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.

All right." What harm could it do to have him along?  

chews up my shoes. I'm thinking about buying her a brother or sister.

You look a picture, the pair of you," he said when she sat the horse. "We're ready for what's coming." "It shows." He mounted Baru, turned so they could walk down the narrow road together.

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. SAMUEL BUTLER ELEVEN Two days later, Fiona started her day with a call on a missing elderly man who'd wandered out of his daughter's home on San Juan Island.

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. SAMUEL BUTLER

A woman could always count on her girl pals, Hope thought as she turned to the door. They never let you down.

When you go out with a drunk, you'll notice how a drunk fills your glass so he can empty his own. As long as you're drinking, drinking is okay. Two's company. Drinking is fun. If there's a bottle, even if your glass isn't empty, a drunk, he'll pour a little in your glass before he fills his own. This only looks like generosity.

Just some­thing to need you home at night. Some­thing to keep you from liv­ing alone.

If you won't share my life with me, maybe you'll share my death.

Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

VÅ¡ak vám to je jasné. Nejde o to, kolik toho znáte. Jde o to, s kým vÅ¡ím se znáte.

Books: our unfailing companions

Thus nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship.

How can life be worth living, to use the words of Ennius, which lacks that repose which is to be found in the mutual good-will of a friend? What can be more delightful than to have some one to whom you can say everything with the same absolute confidence as to yourself? Is not prosperity robbed of half its value if you have no one to share your joy? On the other hand, misfortunes would be hard to bear if there were not some one to feel them even more acutely than yourself.

What do I want? What kind of question is that? I want what everybody wants. I want someone who has my back. I want someone's name to put in the space after in an emergecy please call. I want someone who will drink the other half of the bottle of wine so I don't. And someone to make it worth sitting down at an actual table to eat. I want someone who's dying to get home after a long day because I'm going to be there.