Best 242 quotes in «best friend quotes» category

When two friends understand each other totally, the words are soft and strong like an orchid's perfume.

Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.

Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Would you hurt a man keenest strike at his self-love?

Your friend is your needs answered.

You are your own best friend. Never ever, put yourself down.

Your love is all that I was waiting for and now that I feel it ...oh man...what I thought was not even quarter of what I thought it really was.

A good friend will come and bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'!

A good enemy can be better than the best of friend.

Be your own best friend and unlock the fountain of beauty.

A beautiful woman should always have at the back of her mind that her ravishing appearance is only an ephemeral quality. When she wakes up in the morning, looks into the mirror, and notices that something is fading away, she knows that the time is ripe for marriage. She should be careful of who she takes into her life because the union is gonna be everlasting.

Anna, you miss him.” “All the time. I still can’t believe he’s gone.” The words come out in a whoosh, tasting funny in my mouth. No matter how many times I say them, they still feel like a garbled, impossible language. My chest hurts, and I have to hold my breath to keep from inhaling a deep sob. “He was more than your best friend.” I nod absently, forgetting myself for a moment, forgetting that I’m talking to Jayne and not my journal. “I – I mean, he was like a brother to me. You know, like Frankie. Well, she’s the sister. I mean–” Jayne reaches for my hands across the table, shaking her head softly. “Sweetheart, when you say Matt’s name, you have the same look in your eyes that he’d get whenever he’d say yours.

A sister is often a mentor, a guide, and a best friend especially at a time of need.

Being in love with your best friend is problematic.

9/11/01 Gina: Especially today, with the enormity of current events, I want to convey to you again, how much you mean to me and how proud I am to be your husband. The hard work that you are engaged in right now is exhausting, invisible and largely thankless in the short term. But honey, please know that buried at the core of this tedium is the most noble and important work in the world- God's work; the fruits of which you and I will be lucky enough to enjoy as we grow old together. Watching these little guys grow into men is a privilege that I am proud to share with you, and the perfect fulfillment of our marriage bonds. You are a great mom. You are a great wife. You are my best friend. You are very pretty. Happy Birthday. -Matt

As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as they were. It would be painful, but no more so than letting myself pine for my friend.

For a life where diamonds really are forever

Do not be afraid. Look fear in the face and say, "fuck you" and move on.

Do not ignore your best friend because some other friend hurt you.

Friendship matters first.

Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless. Best friends are formed by time. Everyone is someone's friend, even when they think they are all alone. If the friendship is not working, your heart will know. It's when you start being less than perfectly honest and perfectly earnest in your dealings. And it's when the things you do together no longer feel right. However, sometimes it takes more effort to make it work after all. Stick around long enough to become someone's best friend.

Good friends will allow you to be as innocent and free as a child when in private, and as wise and mature as an adult when in public.

He was my best friend and I needed him.

I couldn’t compete with Honesty, With her dark blonde hair streaked with auburn, With her captivating blue eyes, With her legs that stretched into forever. She had the brains, The body, The perfect resume for girlfriend. And me? I had the perfect resume for Best friend. All the boys said so.

I have a transgressive spirit, and Pop is transgression's best friend.

Former best friends make the worst enemies.

How can you say it was all a lie?” I ask, just above a whisper. “Matt was my best friend. I loved him that way always. ‘We have to look out for her.’ That was the last thing he said to me alone. And then he died. What was I supposed to do, Frank? Tell me?

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

I may be alone, but I am never lonely. I am always with my best friend, and that is me.

I loved the feeling of finally falling in love to someone who would love me back.

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.

It is humanly impossible to be an entirely bad or good person.

It’s braver to stay. It takes courage to stay. I am sure I speak for all the single people here when I say that I don’t want to ever lack that courage. I don’t want to lose my best friend and my true love, just because I wanted to stay in control and not take a risk. Even if they walked away, even if they ran to the other side of the world, even if I thought that I didn't have a chance in hell, I still want to know that I did everything I could to make it happen.

It tugs at me, filling me with the kind of seasick nostalgia that can hit you in the gut when you find an old concert ticket in your purse or an old coin machine ring you got down at the boardwalk on a day when you went searching for mermaids in the surf with your best friend. That punch of nostalgia hits me now and I start to sink down on the sky-coloured quilt, feeling the nubby fabric under my fingers, familiar as the topography of my hand.

Learn to be your own best friend first, then you will find true happiness, because happiness is from within.

Most friendships are based on the current or former closeness not of the people but of their bodies.

Procrastination is the best friend of depression.

Recollection builds up our personality. Our individuality is based on all the little pieces we assembled in the past. ("The past was her best friend")

Seeing a friend cry is not as painful as hearing an enemy laugh.

She didn't know how any woman anywhere conducted an affair without having the ear of a best friend.

She rubs my back and sighs. "Jesus Abby, I'm so sorry. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're still hung up on him. Big time.

I may not be happy with you right now, but I still love you.

I was crying because I had broken my best friend's heart.

One of my pa...friends... isn't doing very well." "...Is your friend dying?" "...Yes honey, he is." "That's sad.

Putting into words what exactly was off is not easy. I myself don’t even understand it. It was like a replica of my best friend was sitting in front of me, saying well-rehearsed lines at the wrong cues whilst I struggled to remember my dialogues. It was as if you had talked to me in some other language, a vernacular I used to be fluent in; but now, although the words sounded familiar, I really had no idea what you meant.

Right after Matt died, I was afraid to do basically everything. I couldn’t even bite my nails or sniff my shirt to see if I needed deodorant without feeling like he was watching me. I willed and prayed and begged him to give me a sign that he was watching, that he was with me, so I would know. But he never did. Time moved on. And I stopped being afraid. Until right now, vulnerable and insecure and a little bit drunk. Lying in the sand and falling in crazy love with someone I just met. Matt is watching me. Observing. Possibly judging. And the worst part of it is, I don’t want to wake up under his landslide of sad rocks anymore. I don’t want to taste the marzipan frosting and the clove cigarettes. I don’t want to think about the blue glass necklace or the books he read to me on his bed or the piles of college stuff or some random boy in the grocery store wearing his donated clothes. I don’t want to be the dead boy’s best-friend-turned-something-else. Or the really supportive neighbor friend. Or the lifelong keeper of broken-hearted secrets.

She broke my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her.

Some people are each way more hurt by their worst enemy’s success than they were hurt by their then best friend’s death.

Sometimes a friend is most important, for friends are always there to laugh, cry, travel, see, hide, and feel with the other person. They will always be there. That is the measure of a true person: being a friend. It’s so much more than you think.