Quotes About Friends

La verdad surge de la discusión entre amigos. DAVID HUME

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

I'd like to turn on the whole world for just a moment... just for a moment. I'm greedy; I'd like to keep most of it for myself and a few others, a few of my friends... to keep that superlative high, just on the cusp of each day... so that I'd radiate sunshine.

Julia and Sallie and I all had new dresses. Do you want to hear about them? Julia's was cream satin and gold embroidery and she wore purple orchids. It was a DREAM and came from Paris, and cost a million dollars. Sallie's

I don't drink a lot but I like the air of a good bar--the ripe wisdom of animated conversation, the cutting smell of fine liquor, the sound of laughter among friends.

Who watches golf on TV? Who calls eight friends over and gets a keg of beer? Landscapers, I guess. They sit around the TV, yelling, "Will you look at that golf path?Pure pea gravel."

I travel for work, but recently, friends said I should take major trips.

I know Mom's always saying friends come and go and family is forever, and maybe that's true. But your family isn't gonna be there when Meckley Mingo chases with his belt on your way home you from school.

They showed up right after you got there?" I asked. "Well, no, Erik and I smoked some weed first. I guess we were there for an hour or so." "Maybe an hour and a half," said Erik. "That long?" "It was good weed.

Nurture the qualities in yourself that you desire in your friends.

Unlike so many of my friends, I did not ache with longing whenever I saw an infant. (Though I did ache with longing, it is true, whenever I saw a good used-book shop.)

Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like it's all perfectly normal in the morning.

If your crisis has turned into a long-lasting trial, it's more important than ever that you surround yourself with intelligent, caring friends who will be in it with you for the long haul. The greater the spiritual battle, the more there is likely at stake—in your life and in the spiritual realm. Gird yourself for battle, and refuse to give in or give up.

The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost expurgated of idiots.

The virtue of dress rehearsals is that they are a free show for a select group of artists and friends of the author, and where for one unique evening the audience is almost completely expurgated of idiots.

The hope that grief counselors and clergy try to make you feel. The phrases well-meaning friends throw at you. She's out there, watching over you, gazing down at you. She's with you, every day, living again in every memory. . . . It's all a bunch of crap.

That photograph I saw of him and his friends posed around the deer carcass, rifles resting against their sides like drunken prom dates, beer cans raised high … According to the caption, it was taken just this past August.

Vinne sighs; she has a deep distrust of marriage, which in her observation has an almost irresistable tendency to turn friends and lovers into relatives, if not into foes.

When things have gone wrong it is no consolation to hear that your friends expected it all along and could have told you so if they hadn't been so polite.

Being grandparents sufficiently removes us from the responsibilities so that we can be friends.

I heard Paul's messages in Ram," Lennon fumed in an interview with Crawdaddy magazine. "Too many people going where? Missed our lucky what? What was our first mistake? Can't be wrong? Huh. I mean Yoko, me, and other friends can't all be hearing things.

I really would like to stop working forever—never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I'm doing now—and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends.... Just a literary and quiet city-hermit existence.

Nick sat beside Simon, who was at his computer. Marcus stood at attention beside the food. Hale had his feet on the table, reading the morning paper. And someone had given the Bagshaws a gun. 'Pull!' Hamish yelled, and Angus pulled a cord and sent a skeet flying across the deep blue water. A split second later, a loud crack was reverberating across the deck. Kat jumped. Hale sighed. The shot went far wide, and Marcus never moved a muscle.

We're gonna need people," Kat said as Marcus opened the big double doors. "People we can trust," she added. Hale nodded and walked her down the ornate hall, pausing before a pair of sliding doors. He pushed them aside, revealing a two-story library, a warm fire, and the familiar faces of the Bagshaw brothers, Simon, and Gabrielle. "You mean, like them?