Quotes About Companionship

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

You don't want me to die alone, do you? Nobody should have to die alone." "You won't be alone," said Rachel. "The assassin will be there with you.

I would never know anyone like Borne ever again, and even if I saw Borne again it would never be the same as when we lived together in the Balcony Cliffs, the way we'd run down the corridors and punched holes in the walls and joked and laughed and I'd taught him new words that he'd held there in his mind like jewels, and repeated over and over until he knew them better than I did.

They'd never really been my friends; I didn't cultivate friends, I had just inherited them from my husband.

I know, father-among-the-angels, I'm not playing the game one bit now—not one bit; but I don't believe even you could find anything to be glad about sleeping all alone 'way off up here in the dark—like this. If only I was near Nancy or Aunt Polly, or even a Ladies' Aider, it would be easier! Down-stairs

Llevada por Francisco Rosas, Julia salió del atrio, sin oír

It's imposible to even imagine Lucy Ricardo without Ethel Mertz, and because of that, this dynamic duo set the bar for future female friendships on TV. Consider Laverne and Shirley, Kate and Allie, Mar and Rhoda, Wilma and Betty, and Cagney and Lacey - where would they have been without Lucy and Ethel.

It's imposible to even imagine Lucy Ricardo without Ethel Mertz, and because of that, this dynamic duo set the bar for future female friendships on TV. Consider Laverne and Shirley, Kate and Allie, Mary and Rhoda, Wilma and Betty, and Cagney and Lacey - where would they have been without Lucy and Ethel.

God might have given Adam another man to be his friend, to walk and talk and argue with if that was his pleasure. But Adam needed more than the companionship of the animals or the friendship of a man. He needed a helper, specially designed and prepared to fill that role. It was a woman God gave him, a woman, "meet," fit, suitable, entirely appropriate for him, made of his very bones and flesh.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

Funny how an animal can hurt your feelings when you're all alone.

real love is when the other person is your best friend and you shouldn't have to work hard around them, it should be, like, more natural, and you just want to be with them even if you're not doing anything.

No. Real love isn't like that. My dad says real love is when the other person is your best friend and you shouldn't have to work hard around them, it should be, like, more natural, and you just want to be with them even if you're not doing anything.

I'm just saying I think people are meant to be with people. You suffer in a marriage; but alone, you suffer more. Did you ever read that Mark Twain book Extracts from Adam's Diary? Adam thought Eve was a real pain in the ass, talking too much, looking at her reflection in the pond all the time, getting them expelled from Paradise, for Christ's sake! But what he said at the end was that he was better off living outside the Garden with Eve than inside it without her.

You just sat with her and right away you started being treated like a popular person.

Arthur realizes that if he were alone, it would be a grim wait...with the girl, it's an adventure. That's what being with another does. He remembers now, with something like a full body flush. He remembers what it means to share something with someone. The particular alchemy that can light things up.

crust that's shared is finer food / Than banquets served in solitude.

Don't we all want company in some form, are we not attracted to the idea of a body beside us in a thunderstorm, or another voice to help decide on dinner, to share astonishment at the latest political buffoonery or appreciation for the lush sets on Downton Abbey? Are we not, at our most basic, social animals, people who need other people, whether we want to or not?

But at one point, one of the women sighed and leaned her head against the bus window, and said, "Ah, you know. My one and only yous." Her friend laughed. "It's my one and only you." The other woman said, "No it isn't.

Marriage is a funny thing. It only really makes sense to the ones who are in it together, and not even always then.

Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.

The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.

Mostly you meet friends when traveling by accident, like by sitting next to them on the train, or in a restaurant, or in a holding cell.