Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?" "Guns?" asked Jesper. "Ships?" queried Inej. "Bombs?" suggested Wylan. "Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else to get close enough to tell us we’re wrong. Someone we trust.
I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people, and they needed me, just like comets need tails.
There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.
I may not always be with you But when we're far apart Remember you will be with me Right inside my heart
She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
There's not a word yet, for old friends who've just met.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
Talk between women friends is always therapy...
Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.
You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.
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.
Courage. Kindness. Friendship. Character. These are the qualities that define us as human beings, and propel us, on occasion, to greatness.
Wishing to be friends is quick work, but friendship is a slow ripening fruit.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.
A friend to all is a friend to none.