#friend

I've got lots of good friends. I could have affairs. I can read a book all night, put the cat on the end of the bed. I can pick up my passport and go to France. I don't have to ask anybody. ↗

— Joanna Lumley

#all night #anybody #ask #bed #book

Friends, if we be honest with ourselves, we shall be honest with each other. ↗

— George MacDonald

#friends #honest #other #ourselves #shall

A few nights ago I went to a Hollywood screening of a small independent film made by Sally Kirkland, an old friend of mine who also did terrific job acting in it. There were other actors in it and they were all terrific. ↗

— Nick Mancuso

#ago #also #did #few #film

I love to work. When I was a kid, I would invite my friends over to play, then I would take them over to a recycling plant and we would haul glass all day. They hated me for this, but I thought it was fun. ↗

— James Marsters

#day #friends #fun #glass #hated

I wrapped my hands around the familiar cup and tried to draw strength from it. It was from Thea's old Moss Rose set, remnant of careful scrimping and saving in her first year of marriage. Yet the mellow old cup now brought me no comfort, only a feeling of helplessness, of time slipping away. Sunday-best dishes gone to everyday and now to mismatched pieces. Like Thea and me ↗

— Lorena McCourtney

#friendship #old-age #age

This is what we do. Not so much argue as joust, in jest. We can't stop pushing and pulling the taffy of words and concepts. ↗

— Larry Duberstein

#friendship #ideal-relationship #love #lovers #relationships

No, Geo—underneath all that, Nan really loves me. It’s just she wants me to see things her way. You know, she’s two years older; that meant a lot when we were children. I’ve always thought of her as being sort of like a road—I mean, she leads somewhere. With her, I’ll never lose my way. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#love #friendship

Conversationally, we were Fred and Ginger -- spin, slide, shuffle, bend. ↗

— Marisa de los Santos

#friendship #love #friendship

He still wasn't looking at me, which meant I was still in trouble. I swear, sometimes this partnership is like being married. We fight all the time and neither one of us is getting married. ↗

— John G. Hartness

#humor #friendship

The drone in my ear, it’s like the tornado drill in elementary school, the hand-cranked siren that rang mercilessly, all of us hunched over on ourselves, facing the basement walls, heads tucked into our chests. Beth and me wedged tight, jeaned legs pressed against each other. The sounds of our own breathing. Before we all stopped believing a tornado, or anything, could touch us, ever ↗

— Megan Abbott

#bravery #friendship #stength #friendship