Companionship Quotes

Eva: I don't want any tea.
Lil: Don’t make me have it on my own.

There is now a distance,pressing quite persistent,May be only inches apart,but as if an artery is blocked.There now seem some secrets,a word which was earlier so needless.May be they now laugh so less,and even in summers,the air between them feels dense.Who connects? Who neglects?Barely matters when you are no more friends.

I prefer solitude to companions, since there are so few men who are trustworthy, and almost none truly learned. I do not say this because I demand scholarship in all men -- although the sum total of men's learning is small enough; but I question whether we should allow anyone to waste our time. The wasting of time is an abomination.

Behind every successful man is a surprised woman!

Let me lay bare my soulto show you’re not alonein this naked rawness- Vulnerable

Ego, being love's kryptonite; two souls must be on the same page of humility.

To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.

I wonder if she feels from me the thing I feel about her when I touch her. Not in sex, which he understood now was a different thing from everything else. I just mean when I touch her skin before we sleep and I understand all the things beneath it. Animals can't have that. They can't build their loved ones that way and feel right through their skin. That's never worn off, whatever else. He looked a where she slept. I can't imagine living without that.

I am beginning to remember what it means to need things. Laughter. Companionship. Love. "He leant forward and pressed his forehead to mine. "And I need you, Merit.

My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.

The role that people play in your life can determine how far you can go.

Humankind has turned the world into a cruel and at times inhospitable place. The thing that makes it all bearable is the potential for loving companionship.

Love seems the swiftest but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

Of course her dumb Lab’s going to do whatever it takes to retrieve the ball. What he craves more than freedom is companionship.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

Desires may dry off, bodies may decay, friendship may vanish and positions may be dissolved. One thing will remain; the word of God! In the word is life!

A woman has to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one.

Tenderness emerges from the fact that the two persons longing as all individuals do to overcome the separateness and isolation to which we are all heir because we are individuals can participate in a relationship that for the moment is not of two isolated selves but a union.

No woman ever falls in love with a man unless she has a better opinion of him than he deserves.

The rise or fall, success or failure of your dreams is largely dependent on the association you build yourself around.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Joy multiplies when it is shared among friends, but grief diminishes with every division. That is life.

My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.

No, he said, we are not alone. I have you, and you have me. And there is Arya and Nasuada and Orik, and many others besides who will help us along our way.

Books—they weren't ladders out of the abyss, but they were companions.

…evangelicals were instrumental in advancing the ideal of companionate marriage, one built on shared faith and mutual affection, a revolutionary notion in an era in which forced marriages were a not-so-distant memory.

To see her is to love her And love but her forever For Nature made her what she is And never made another.

We are halves, but we make an infinite whole.

I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

His act was rather that of a harmless lunatic than an enemy. We were not so new to the country as not to know that the solitary life of many a plainsman had a tendency to develop eccentricities of conduct and character not always easily distinguishable from mental aberration. A man is like a tree: in a forest of his fellows he will grow as straight as his generic and individual nature permits; alone, in the open, he yields to the deforming stresses and tortions that environ him.

In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar a custom which is still continued.

Being in therapy is great. I spend an hour just talking about myself. It's kinda like being the guy on a date.

Love is about giving, about caring for the other person's welfare. Love is treating someone, in the Kantian sense, never as a means but as an end in themselves. Love is sacrifice, love is something you work at, something you build like a house or tend like a plant, brick by brick, drop by drop, day by day. Nonsense. Old wives' tales, old husbands' tales. That is affection they are talking about, that is companionship, that is charity, that is tickets for the Cancer Research Ball. You must ask the young if you want to know what love is. Only they are deep enough in it to describe. We older ones have clues and simulacra, we base our judgement, like pathologists do, on the dents and scars and sediments of hearts long kept in formaldehyde. It is the pulsing heart you want to probe: the pulsing, beating, leaping, dipping, fluttering heart of a seventeen-year-old.

Loyal companions are an unequaled grace, stanching fear before it bleeds you numb, a reliable antidote for creeping despair.

I was tired of pretending that I was someone else just to get along with people, just for the sake of having friendships.

I've given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can't divorce a book.

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Will you come with me?""Ah, Kestrel, that's something you never need to ask.

Certain coincidence is wonderful. Certain meetings are memorable. Sometimes you meet some people for just a moment and they leave indelible footprints on your mind. They give you the reasons to ponder over and over. They become your food for thought. Though they go, their presence is felt within the innermost of the heart and the soul; especially when such people were a reason for a smile, or they were a perfect fit for a vacuum or probably they were a heavenly sent or maybe they were an epitome of a great union; when their light could shine to brighten the dark side of our lives; when they knew how to arouse interest even in the face of dull atmosphere; when they did understand silence and know the value and power of words; when even their absence is felt more than their presence. You can’t just forget about such people. Though they leave, they live within our hearts, mind, body and soul.

The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident and the most wonderful of all things in life.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough

There's something about you, Your eyes speak a story in a language only known to my soul. The kind of communication we as humans dream about, the one that reaches into the core of who you are and loves you for it. It doesn't appear often or by accident & when it happens you just know " There's something about you ".

When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her . . . but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

Politics doesn't make strange bedfellows - marriage does.

Most people give up finding their soul mate, and settle down to just having a flesh mate.

This boy needs a dog.What makes you say that?He needs someone or something to play with besides his phone and an old man and an old woman doddering around.

Some people will hear you louder in silence. Those are your tribe - they'll get you through the tough days and give you something to laugh about on the ride.

Ka found it very soothing: for the first time in years, he felt part of a family. In spite of the trials and responsibilities of what was called 'family', he saw now the joys of its unyielding togetherness, and was sorry not to have known more of it in his life.

I have to believe it’s right to be a warm voice, a companion if I can be, as soon as ever I find a friend.