Friendship Quotes - Page 6

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

I was sad.
Then she asked me,"Is everything okay?"
I smiled and said yes.
I didn't lie.
I wasn't faking that smile.
Yes, I was sad,but not anymore.
The moment she spoke to me,
all of my problems went away.
Just like that.
That's the way things are with me.

How easy would it be to let the words uncurl from my tongue and glide slowly into the space between us? Let them light up the room in bright-orange neon: Here's your answer! Here's what you need to know! It's an incredible thing to have that kind of power. To know that your words could change everything.

It is a joy to share good advice. It takes a grateful ear to listen wisely. It's always up for us to take the right action and fulfilling path that can truly serve for what is the best.

Don't think, just feel it. I know you do; I can see it on your face.

You're into her. You're into the girl we came here to kill.

Who are your friends? Do they believe in you? Or do they stunt your growth with ridicule and disbelief? If the latter, you haven't friends. Go find some.

The people who know you well are the people who know your vulnerabilities.

The last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped... after, of course, having received several bruises from an attempt to retrieve a flip-flop that had somehow ended up in the sink.

We shared ideas like sweaters, with easy exchange and lack of ownership.

It is so good to have friends who understand how there is a time for crying and a time for laughing, and that sometimes the two are very close together.

Just remember, someday you might be asking for forgiveness. And if that day were to come, you would want it, wouldn’t you?

I don’t want to believe in boxes or one-way relationships; I’m naïve, you see. I’d rather moon the moon than flip off a friend, but sometimes I flip so I don’t get flipped. And I still think I’m misunderstanding the Golden Rule.

I speak, I speak, and truth at that. Writers are a curious breed: brooding, fickle, alternately loving and hating their work - and each other. You’re my friend? Don’t pick up that pen!

Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at them, listened to them. this was one of those magic times. I knew it.

Happy is the soul that has a friend. Happier is the soul that trusts in the truth of the heart of a friend. Happiest is the soul that knows the solemnity of friendship and honours its laws.

If he can’t handle it, then you aren’t very good friends, are you?

The word in your mouth is anarchy.

Under every friendship there is a difficult sentence that must be said, in order that the friendship can be survived.

She wasn’t just a faithful friend, she was the closest thing to heaven I allowed myself to know. Through her I received joy in my heart and began to love others.