friendship

I knew she was right. Of course she was right. Bex was always right. She knew me better than I knew myself. But then again, isn't that a best friend's job?

One in three all friends are:Brothers in distress,equals facing rivals,free men - facing death!

My grin was feral, matching my savage best friend__.

No matter how many years passed or how much responsibility each assumed, they still managed to bicker like bitchy teenagers on a regular basis. In some way, though, each found it comforting; it reminded them how close they really were: Acquaintances were always on their best behavior, but sisters loved each other enough to say anything.

German is a much more precise language than English. Americans throw the word love around for everything: I love my wife! I love all my friends! I love rock music! I love the rain! I love comic books! I love peanut butter! The word you use to describe your feelings for your wife should not be the same word you use to describe your feelings for peanut butter. In German, there are a dozen different words that describe varying degrees of liking something a lot. Germans almost never use the word love, unless they mean a deep romantic love. I have never told my parents I love them, because it would sound melodramatic, inappropriate, and almost incestuous. In German, you tell your mother that you hold her very dear, not that you are in love with her.

There are literally billions of people on earth. There are some that won__ admit it, but all of those people want friends.

I measure my friends not by being there with me when everything is going well, but embracing me when I'm criticized and when I endure tough times.

Friends were hundred ,Kites were none ,This was the time when I was young.Now the kites are hundred ,Friends are none,Sitting under the flaming sun.

Internet makes you think that you have millions of friends, whereas you are your own friend.

My dad once said... "Some friends are like "rubber wrappers"; they bind with you safely but get weaker when you stretch them too much". Treat your friends with care, else the elasticity of their love for you may not go lasting!

One of these days, I would doubt the Gardeners a little too much and Zach was going to play handball with my head.

We're about to hit that age when we'll be too exhausted to maintain friendships, and the days of hanging out will be long behind us.

And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

I didn't tell her, because I didn't think it would help, but all people are lost, to varying degrees. I suspected that it__ only when we love others__hrough purpose, friendship, romance, or any combination thereof__hat we become found.

Friends who mock your dreams are not qualified to keep dusting your door step with their footprints every time.

Isn't it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully?

Nice work," I commented drily. "How old was that littlest one? Five? Did she put up a terrible fight?""I feared for my life," Zach said with a perfectly straight face. "You must be bored, Julia. You usually have a sharper sense of humor than that.""Eat thorns.""Well, it is about lunch time. Let's go grab a bite.

We choose our friends on the basis of, among other things, our conception of ourselves. That's not to say that friendship is narcissistic, it doesn't follow that we choose people 'like ourselves'; in fact we might choose people very different than ourselves. For example, if I'm not very intelligent, and I'm concerned about my lack of intelligence, I might take up with an extremely intelligent woman, precisely in order to have her intelligence, in some sense, radiate onto me.The idea is that in friendship what we do is we pick people who are going to reinforce, in some sense, our own conception of ourselves. So if I think of myself as intelligent, or I want to think of myself as intelligent, whether or not I pick a partner who is also intelligent, what is going to be essential is that it's going to be a partner who somehow expands my notion of my own intelligence, either by telling me all the time, perhaps, how intelligent I am, or maybe by always contradicting me in such a way that I can prove my intelligence with her or him.