He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.
Yeah, I'll always be your friend. No matter what you love.
And he was my friend. Not that he wouldn't kill me if things turned out that way, but he wouldn't like doing it. With humans, what more could you ask for a friend?
It's real interesting to have a soul as a friend, and it makes me feel super special that I've managed it.
I felt excited to go to school, and that scared me. I knew it wasn't the simulating learning environment I was anticipating, or seeing my new set of friends. If I was being honest with myself, I knew I was eager to get to school because I would see Edward Culllen. And that was very, very stupid.
Friends don't spy; true friendship is about privacy, too.
I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be.
Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.
One open, one closed. It was no wonder that the first image that came to mind when I thought of either of my sisters was a door. With Kirsten, it was the front one to our house, through which she was always coming in or out, usually in mid-sentence, a gaggle of friends trailing behind her. Whitney's was the one to her bedroom, which she preferred to keep shut between her and the rest of us, always.
Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.
Many of our tribe went to the cliff each night to count the number killed during the day. They counted the dead otter and thought of the beads and other things that each pelt meant. But I never went to the cove and whenever I saw the hunters with their long spears skimming over the water, I was angry, for these animals were my friends. It was fun to see them playing or sunning themselves among the kelp. It more fun than the thought of beads to wear around my neck.
Her only way home was to betray her friend.
He has eyes so expressive they give a hint to more than what he portrays. He's dedicated to his friends, family, and even his motorcyle. He touched me as if I were made of glass. He kissed me as if he'd savor it for the rest of his life.
If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?
I don't want to feel this way around him. I want things to be normal. I want to be his friend, not another stupid girl holding out for something that will never happen.
And things were back to normal except we were just friends.
O my poor old Harry Jekyll, if ever I read Satan's signature upon a face, it is on that of your new friend.
I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.
They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't hate each other...
Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.
Everybody was patting Nico on the back, complimenting him on his fighting. Even the Ares kids thought he was pretty cool. Hey, show up with an army of undead warriors to save the day, and suddenly you're everybody's best friend.
There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here.
Some loves come unbidden like winds from the sea, and others grow from the seeds of friendship.
It doesn't matter! From waist down, my best friend is a donkey.....
Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possibleà
Back up shall we? When my brother, the crazy chicken warrior, turned into a falcon and went up the pyramid's chimney with his new friend, the fruit bat, he left me playing nurse to two very wounded people-which I didn't appreciate, and which I wasn't particularly good at.
It kills me to think I didn't spot her headed for the rocks. Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course.
To all my librarian friends, champions of books, true magicians in the House of Life. Without you, this writer would be lost in the Dust.
What if all everybody needed in the world was to be sure of one friend? What if you were the one, and you refused to say those simple words?
Because I know you, Percy Jackson. In many ways, you are impulsive, but when it comes to your friends, you are as constant as a compass needle. You are unswervingly loyal, and you inspire loyalty. You are the glue that will unite the seven.