The woman knows from living with the abusive man that there are no simple answers. Friends say: “He’s mean.” But she knows many ways in which he has been good to her. Friends say: “He treats you that way because he can get away with it. I wou...
The Eagles and the critics were not the best of friends.
Friends; the more, the less!
I like to spend Christmas with family and friends, pigging out, exchanging gifts and basically doing nothing.
I have really great friends.
A heart makes a good home for the friend.
I was always pretty funny with my friends.
God gives us relatives; thank God, we can choose our friends.
Friends are not made, but recognized.
I'm looking for smart friends all the time.
With money, who needs friends?
If you want peace, you don't talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.
You learn to judge your friends for who they are.
Friends, huh?” She shook Vincent's hand, but lingered with Peter, giving him a sexy smile. She quickly took in his blond-haired good looks. “If I had a friend like you, I'm not sure I would ever leave the house,” she continued, her voice slight...
I don't remember everything," he said. "Not yet. But I remember you." He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch. "Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend.
Tyrion let the eunuch help him mount. "Lord Varys," he said from the saddle, "sometimes I feel as though you are the best friend I have in King's Landing and sometimes I feel you are my worst enemy." "How odd. I think quite the same of you.
Crafternoon is about making what you want, how you want it, to the best of your ability. And even if you may not think of yourself as a rock star of creativity, it's there inside you. At Crafternoon, you are a CraftStar.
There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren’t even a memory, you’re only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and ...
I’d kill for any one of my friends. Thankfully for the overpopulated prison system, I don’t have any friends.
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 r...
Consider it: every person you have ever met, every person will suffer the loss of his friends and family. All are going to lose everything they love in this world. Why would one want to be anything but kind to them in the meantime?
