Give yourself pleasure; see your friends; go to the movies.
My friends and I were wild and we liked to joy-ride.
A lot of the guys that I date and my friends are all in bands.
Who defines terrorists? Today's terrorist is tomorrow's friend.
I need not fear my enemies because the most they can do is attack me. I need not fear my friends because the most they can do is betray me. But I have much to fear from people who are indifferent.
I really miss a lot of my friends out there.
I'm very cheap. My friends hate me.
You and all your little friends are fucked.
I never lost a friend I wanted to keep.
I really liked it best when I was a nobody.
When we encounter a friend who's depressed or afraid, we automatically try to take that distress away and to cheer the person up. While we may be operating with the best of intentions, this Band-Aid approach only reinforces the condition. Unless peop...
Ginny, listen...I can't be involved with you anymore. We've got to stop seeing each other. We can't be together." "It's for some stupid noble reason isn't it?" "It's been like...like something out of someone else's life these last few weeks with you....
Charlotte: "It’s too bad they don’t give out diplomas for what you learn at the mall, because I could graduate with honors in that subject. No really. Since I’ve worked there, I’ve become an expert on all things shopping-related. For example,...
Dance there upon the shore; What need have you to care For wind or water’s roar? And tumble out your hair That the salt drops have wet; Being young you have not known The fool’s triumph, nor yet Love lost as soon as won, Nor the best labourer dea...
For you she learned to wear a short black slip and red lipstick, how to order a glass of red wine and finish it. She learned to reach out as if to touch your arm and then not touch it, changing the subject. she'd begin, or To call your best friends b...
We pick and choose who to love. We pick and choose who to hate. We pick and choose our friends and ignore those that invade our space. We pick and choose who should live. We pick and choose who should die. We pick and choose who we say hello to and i...
Snow-melt in the stream: Mama Nature turning winter's storms into nourishment for the soil, fecundity, and beauty. This is what I must now learn to do with the stormy weather I've been passing through: turn it into beauty, turn it into art, so new li...
Old age: I fall asleep during the funerals of my friends.
From 18 to 22, I was alone, living in L.A. with a bunch of friends, partying.
We couldn’t be friends. We couldn’t be enemies. So what were we?
Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
