Why had we let it go? Why had we both been condemned...to an exile among dreary strangers who had made us give up all desire for rest, for friendship, for the sound of human voices? Could I now reclaim a single hour spent talking to my brother, Philip, and give it to Ken Daggart? Who made it our duty to accept, as the only reward for our work, the gray torture of pretending love for those who roused nothing but contempt?
Jesus, why would he hook up with Becca?" "Well, she's not known for her personality or generosity of spirit, so it's probably because she's hot." "She's not as hot as you," I said, before I could think better of it. "That's always seemed so ridiculous to me, that people would want to around someone because they're pretty. It's like picking your breakfast cereals based on color instead of taste.
Nem, látszólag mindenem megvan, kivéve, hogy nincs barátnőm. Pajtásaimmal szórakozni szoktam, de csak hétköznapi dolgokról esik szó közöttünk. Baj, hogy senki iránt se melegszem fel. Lehet, hogy bennem van a hiba, amiért nincs bizalmas barátom. Ez biztosan így van, sajnos, nem tudok rajta változtatni.
Those moments when everyone who used to give you a call to wish you a lovely day can't do it coz they know it's not necessary,even if they do,are you gonna tell them to come for a party?i mean,you don't even have enough to take you through the next day and why would they want to get involved in such a messed kind of life.they all give up on you,you don't blame them though,whatever they were after was money.
What is particularly striking about his reconstruction and criticisms of the traditional account of friendship is that he finds it deficient not only by the light of his own Christian viewpoint; he also finds friendship deficient when judged from the perspective of its own self-proclaimed ethical foundations. Thus, Kierkegaard concludes that the reciprocity involved in friendship actually betrays its essential selfishness.
Allein die Literatur erlaubt uns, mit dem Geist eines Toten in Verbindung zu treten, auf direkte, umfassendere und tiefere Weise, als das selbst in einem Gespräch mit einem Freund möglich wäre - denn so tief und dauerhaft eine Freundschaft sein mag, niemals liefert man sich in einem Gespräch so restlos aus, wie man sich einem leeren Blatt ausliefert, das sich an einen unbekannten Empfänger richtet.
You’re like a god from a Greek myth, Saiman. You have no empathy. You have no concept of the world beyond your ego. Wanting something gives you an automatic right to obtain it by whatever means necessary with no regard to the damage it may do. I would be careful if I were you. Friends and objects of deities’ desires dropped like flies. In the end the gods always ended up miserable and alone."— Kate Daniels
And as I thought about the body of Ray Brower in this light- or lack of it- what I felt was not queasiness or fear that he would suddenly appear before us, a green and gibbering banshee whose purpose was to drive us back the way we had come before we could disturb his- its- peace,but a sudden and unexpected wash of pity that he should be so alone and so defenceless in the dark that was now coming over our side of the world.
You say you just want to be my friend. I know that you mean you want to relate to my mind but not my body. I can understand that and will not ask you to relate to me in a way that you don't want to, or talk to me about subjects you find uncomfortable. But likewise I refuse to castrate myself for you by pretending not to have the feelings I have. If you want me as your friend you will have to accept my penis along with me.
Let me see what I can come up with,' she said, and seemed to take a new satisfaction in it now. Something wrong to do, a law to break, and if she was lucky she might even get to steal, and it must have been then that everything changed between us and each of us didn't just have a neighbor to pass the time with but the closest thing either of us could find to a friend. ("Just Outside Our Windows, Deep Inside Our Walls")
Once she was gone, I knelt next to Annabeth and felt her forehead. She was still burning up."You're cute when you're worried," she muttered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together.""You are not going to die while I owe you a favor," I said. "Why did you take that knife?""You would've done the same for me."It was true. I guess we both knew it. Still, I felt like somebody was poking my heart with a cold metal rod.
You make the choice concerning who you associate with on a daily basis. Whenever there are people around you who continually gossip or nag, you have the option to entertain that nonsense or leave it alone. The choice is yours. Most of the time people you hang around are a reflection of yourself. We often times attract people with like-minded personalities. So, if you enjoy that type of company it says much about your character.
The sight made her ache. How can I not touch you? she thought hopelessly, and then she was doing it, her fingers on his wrist. He didn't jump or even look at her, just stopped writing. Neither one of them moved, nothing moved, and the whole thing lasted three or four seconds at most, but when Pen took her hand away and started to breathe again, her chest hurt, as though she had been holding her breath for a very long time.
Die Gewohnheiten der Leute kennt man ja erst, wenn man die Leute kennt. Beim ersten Mal hat man noch keine Ahnung, wie es weitergeht. Man weiß nicht, ob man sich lieben, ob man sich später einmal an den ersten Tag erinnern wird. Ob man sich am Ende beschimpfen oder sogar prügeln wird. Oder ob man Freunde wird. Und die vielen anderen ODERS und WENNS. Und die VIELLEICHTS. Die VIELLEICHTS, das sind die Schlimmsten.
The word friendship tends to be defined as something long term. When people think of their friends they don’t tend to put a length on a friendship, it is presumed to be, infinite in its length. What if friendship wasn’t infinite in its length? What if humans were truly only meant to be friends with others for certain durations of time, just a clip or two on the movie reel of one’s life?" - Casey King, Fingerlike
