Quotes About Companionship

A lot of us are like that—I'm like that, Ed Abbey was like that, and it sounds like this McCandless kid was like that: We like companionship, see, but we can't stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.

He did a lot of socializing. Sometimes I think it was like he was storing up company for the times he knew nobody would be around

We should be like dogs.

Unlike most dog owners, I don't project onto him that he's my child, my son. Rather, it's a more disturbed relationship than that. I think of him as my dear friend whom I happen to live with. In that way, we're like two old-fashioned closeted bachelors who cohabitate and don't think the rest of the world knows we're lovers.

Dogs are the kids we've always wanted. They're totally devoted and want to live with you until they die. Not like children who can't wait to take off as soon as they grow up and don't need you anymore.

Animals are on earth to protect mankind. When you gather a bunch of them together like this, you create a safe haven. Nothing can touch you here.

Cats are loners that keep us company only when the mood strikes them

Good old Nails ambled up the stairs and sat down next to me, panting out a kind of quick Kaa-kaa-kaa sound. We watched the tomato pickers and I put my hand on his rock head. Bull terriers have rocks for heads; they only pretend that they are skin and bones.

Take that bike ride I went on the other week. Agony, it was. Complete bloody agony. But at least I met some people, went for a drink afterwards, got a couple of dinner invitations out of it. It may not sound like very much, but after a while you realize … there's nothing worse than being on your own. Nothing.

Whatever else happened, she wanted a dog in her life.

It's good to have friends in life. If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?

A Seeing Eye bitch is not only for blind people but for people who pine for the negative of loneliness.

The wanting, the needing, the distance, the disappointment: growing, knowing, committing, aging beside another. Alone, one can live perfectly. But not a life.

None of my pets know their own names, what kind of person am I?

Nos llevamos el cachorro a casa. Lo (la) abracé desde el otro lado de la habitación. Luego, como ella no me dio ningún motivo para pensar que perdería algún dedo en el proceso, dejé que comiera de mi mano. Después le dejé que la lamiera. Y que me lamiera la cara. Y después lamí yo la suya. Y ahora me encantan todos los perros y somos felices para siempre.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. . . It made me start to wonder if there were other people so lonely so close.

How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company. Or I would have made some jewelry for him. Or told him hilarious jokes. Or given him a private tambourine concert.

Can the familiarity of the animals we have come to know as companions be a guide to us as we think about the animals we eat? Just how distant are fish (or cows, pigs, or chickens) from us in the scheme of life? Is it a chasm or a tree that defines the distance? Are nearness and distance even relevant? If we were to one day encounter a form of life more powerful and intelligent than our own, and it regarded us as we regard fish, what would be our argument against being eaten?

Cat lovers display an intensity lacking — thank goodness — in most human relationships.

La soledad me pesa. La compañía también.