All Quotes By Tag: Friendship

“We need to remember what’s important in life: friends, waffles, work. Or waffles, friends, work. Doesn’t matter, but work is third.”

“You’re getting into some kind of shape, cop.”Aw, come on, now.” Butch grinned. “Don’t let that shower we took go to your head.”Rhage fired a towel at the male. “Just pointing out your beer gut’s gone.”It was a Scotch pot. And I don’t miss it.”

“Anyone who knew the word slattern was worth cultivating as a friend.”

“People aren’t born good or bad. Maybe they’re born with tendencies either way, but it’s the way you live your life that matters. And the people you know. Valentine was Hodge’s friend, and I don’t think Hodge really had anyone else in his life to challenge him or make him be a better person. If I’d had that life, I don’t know how I would have turned out. But I didn’t. I have my family. And I have you.”

“[Fireheart]mewed,”It’s not my place to judge you.” Greystripe looked up as Fireheart went on.” Greystripe, whatever you decide to do, I will always be your friend.”

“A friend is someone who knows where all your bodies are buried. Because they’re the ones who helped you put them there.”And sometimes, if you’re really lucky, they help you dig them back up.”

“As you walk through forestsor the meadows of your mind,Stop and talk to those you fearGood friendships you may find”

“To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you down, but you can’t let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again.”

“Saya akan pikul rahsia itu jika engkau percayakan kepada saya dan saya akan masukkan ke dalam perbendaharaan hati saya dan kemudian saya kunci pintunya erat-erat. Kunci itu akan saya lemparkan jauh-jauh sehingga seorang pun tak dapat mengambilnya kedalam lagi.”

“But Piglet is so small that he slips into a pocket, where it is very comfortable to feel him when you are not quite sure whether twice seven is twelve or twenty-two.”

“Da. This is going very well already.”Thomas barked out a laugh. “There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it’s going well?”Mouse sneezed.”Eight,” Thomas corrected himself. He rolled his eyes and said, “And the psycho death faerie makes it nine.””It is like movie,” Sanya said, nodding. “Dibs on Legolas.””Are you kidding?” Thomas said. “I’m obviously Legolas. You’re . . .” He squinted thoughtfully at Sanya and then at Martin. “Well. He’s Boromir and you’re clearly Aragorn.””Martin is so dour, he is more like Gimli.” Sanya pointed at Susan. “Her sword is much more like Aragorn’s.””Aragorn wishes he looked that good,” countered Thomas.”What about Karrin?” Sanya asked.”What–for Gimli?” Thomas mused. “She is fairly–“”Finish that sentence, Raith, and we throw down,” said Murphy in a calm, level voice.”Tough,” Thomas said, his expression aggrieved. “I was going to say ‘tough.’ “As the discussion went on–with Molly’s sponsorship, Mouse was lobbying to claim Gimli on the basis of being the shortest, the stoutest, and the hairiest–“Sanya,” I said. “Who did I get cast as?””Sam,” Sanya said.I blinked at him. “Not . . . Oh, for crying out loud, it was perfectly obvious who I should have been.”Sanya shrugged. “It was no contest. They gave Gandalf to your godmother. You got Sam.”

“It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.”

“A true friend is a gift from God. Since God doesn’t exist, guess what? Neither do true friends.”

“You’re such a pain in the ass. (Butch) Said the SIG to the Glock. (V)”

“I despise the rituals of fake friendship. I wish we could just claw each other’s eyes out and call it a day; instead we put on huge radiant smiles and spout compliments until our teeth hurt from the saccharine sweetness of it all.”