Quotes About Companionship

This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends!

Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return, they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

It was good to have your books with you in strange places.

A life without friends means death without company. (Adiskidegabeko bizita, auzogabeko heriotza.) —BASQUE PROVERB

Toothless crossed his eyes and made a gulping noise with his throat as if he was swallowing ... AAAAAAARGH! screamed Hiccup. Toothless spat Ziggerastica onto the floor. Only j-j-joking, he said.

Ibland är det bara nära vänner som kan förstå vad vi försöker få sagt. Nån som vi ofta har varit tillsammans med och som lyssnar noga på vad det är som vi försöker säga, och som försöker förstå (s. 220).

Sometimes it is only a true friend who knows what we mean when we try to speak. Somebody who has spent a lot of time with and listens carefully to what we are trying to say, and tries to understand.

Aren't we all just looking for someone to talk about everything with? Someone worth the effort of telling our stories and opinions to, whose stories and opinions we actually want to hear?

I am filled with gratitude at the astonishing fact of being married to someone I enjoy talking to, someone with whom I can't imagine running out of things to say.

You know the advice about how you should always play tennis with people better than you? When I'm talking to you, I'm a funnier and smarter version of myself because you're funny and smart.

From then on, as long as I was at Ault, I would never be alone. Martha and I would get along, our friendship would last. I felt certainty and relief. Years later, I heard a minister at a wedding describe marriage as cutting sorrow in half and doubling joy, and what I thought of was not the guy I was seeing then, nor even of some perfect, imaginary husband I might meet later; I thought immediately of Martha.

I am filled with gratitude at the astonishing fact of being married to someone I enjoy talking to, someone with whom I can't imagine ever running out of things to say.

Recognizing you was understanding you had thoughts in your head, finding the same things funny or excruciating, remembering what you'd said months or even years after you'd said it.

A sense of humor is always a bonus. As with dinner companions, so it is with short stories.

One of the great benefits of being married is always having someone to tie one's tie.

Orien," Birle protested again. "You can stay if you must." Orien's cheeks were hollow with hunger and he had little strength for anger. "But I wish you'd come. I don't know how long it would be before I could come back for you." So she followed him, since he would return for her.

It is sweet to think I was a companion in an expedition that never ends

Aren't I enough for you?' she asked. 'No,' he said. 'You are enough for me, as far as a woman is concerned. You are all women to me. But I wanted a man friend, as eternal as you and I are eternal.' (Women in Love)

It's what endures through one's life that matters; my own life matters to me, in its long continuance and development. But what do the occasional connections matter? And the occasional sexual connections especially! If people don't exaggerate them ridiculously, they pass like the mating of the birds. And so they should. What does it matter? It's the life-long companionship that matters. It's the living together from day to day, not the sleeping together once or twice.

She slipped her hand into Kirsty's hand and smiled at her. We'll make it fun - with or without our stockings, she said in a comforting voice.

I wish you didn't have to go home later, said Rachel, squeezing Kirsty's hand as they walked along. I love it when you come to stay.

Aren't you scared? asked Cheryl in a low voice. Not when we're together, said Kirsty, linking arms with her best friend.

Did you ever stop to think that a dog is the only animal that doesn't have to work for a living? A hen has to lay eggs, a cow has to give milk, and a canary has to sing. But a dog makes his living by giving you nothing but love.

called Forest Park—and it was a forest, probably not much different in appearance from what it was when Columbus discovered America. I frequently walked in this park with Rex, my little Boston bulldog. He was a friendly, harmless little hound; and since we rarely