friendship

But hear thee, Gratiano:Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice - Parts that become thee happily enough,And in such eyes as ours appear no faults,But where thou art not known, why, there they show Something too liberal.

Never joke about the job of your friend. He/she feeds their family with it and it affects their dignity!

Rosy__ mummy hands Franny a clear plastic bag full of reject biscuits, then Rosy holds her cheek out for Franny__ wet kiss. Rosy wipes the slime from her face and Franny cackles, then shows them both into the lounge.There on Franny__ coffee table is a biscuit tin with a Christmas picture on the lid. Proper shop-bought biscuits, not factory rejects.__lease, may I have a biscuit?_ Rosy says.__h, there are no biscuits in that my darling,_ Franny says, and pulls the tin from Rosy__ prying fingers. Franny holds open the bag of crumb-speckled chocolate digestives. __elp yourself, my wee hen.__osy settles for a reject.Franny puts the Christmas tin up high, way up high, way out of reach.

If my friend asks me to sit in a temple belonging to a God that I do not know, because he needs a friend to sit with him, I will be happy to sit there in the foreign temple. Because the temple itself is an outer container only. What is the true religion? What is the inner oil contained by that outer container? The inner oil is the friendship I share with my friend. The true religion is being there to sit beside my friend. If I cannot do this for my friend, then how am I worthy to sit in any temple, whether belonging to a God that I know or to a God that I don't know? If there is no inner oil within my soul, I do not deserve to sit in any temple. Religion is the friendship within the heart, not the place where we sit on a holy day. Religion is the oil within the lamp, not the metal container we see as the lamp.

It's not that I feel alone because I have no friends because I have lots of friends. I know that I have people who can hold me and reassure me and talk to ne and care for me and think of me but they can't be inside my head with me all the time - for all time.

All who are not lunatics are agreed about certain things. That it is better to be alive than dead, better to be adequately fed than starved, better to be free than a slave. Many people desire those things only for themselves and their friends; they are quite content that their enemies should suffer. These people can be refuted by science: mankind has become so much one family that we cannot insure our own prosperity except by insuring that of everyone else. If you wish to be happy yourself, you must resign yourself to seeing others also happy.

There are people who feel they should be with you, but something is preventing them from coming close. Please can you just lower the frequency of your stern looking face and smile...and they will make you their habit.

There is nothing I want but your presence.In friendship, time dissolves.Life is a cup. This connectionis pure wine. What else are cups for?I used to have twenty thousanddifferent desires.

Mind your business" had been the motto of her childhood. But now that seemed like a failing in a friend.

Dear George, remember no man is a failure who has friends.

When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.

There were the signed, spiral-bound Spirit-in-the-Woods yearbooks from three summers in a row and the aerial photograph of everyone at camp the second summer. In it, Ethan's feet were planted on Jule's head, and Jule's feet were planted on Goodman's head, and so on and so on. And didn't it always go like that-body parts not quite lining up the way you wanted them to, all of it a little bit off, as if the world itself were an animated sequence of longing and envy and self-hatred and grandiosity and failure and success, a strange and endless cartoon loop that you couldn't stop watching, because, despite all you knew by now, it was still so interesting.

For what is more lovable than failure?

And he knew that at that moment, they understood each other perfectly, and when he told her what he was going to do now, she would not say __e careful_ or __on__ do it_, but she would accept his decision because she would not have expected anything less of him.

We human beings glimpse lofty ideals, catch ourselves betraying them, and sink to suicidal despair--despair from which only the love of our friends can save us, since friends see in us those nobler qualities we ourselves, out of long familiarity, have forgotten we possess. That, of course, is why the suicidal person is difficult around his friends.

People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn__ forget it. You become responsible forever for what you__e tamed. You__e responsible for your rose.

Instinctively I started to panic when Dr. Martinez strapped my arm down, andthen the panic just melted away, la la la.Someone took my other hand. Fang. I felt his calluses, his bones, hisstrength.____ so glad you__e here,_ I slurred, smiling dopily up at him. I took inhis startled, worried expression but dismissed it. __ know everything__ fineif you__e here.__ thought I saw his cheeks flush, but I wasn__ too sure of anything anymore.

What if you're chicken? What if you're more chicken than chicken soup?" Malloy said. Kit gave him a long, hard look. "Then you pretend you're not. You pretend so hard it comes true.