We are so fond of each other because our ailments are the same.
Men love because they are afraid of themselves afraid of the loneliness that lives in them and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.
(n.) Fellowship; association; the act or fact of keeping company with any one.
Sort of worked, our arrangement. Before I couldna seen the sense in it. But two of us getting meat and wood, two of us keeping a look out, it was more efficient that one bloke faffing about on his own...
I was with you at the beginning of your journey. It is right that I should follow you to its end.
Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till th...
In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar a custom which is still continued.
You can't put a price tag on love but you can on all its accessories.
To get the full value of joy you must have someone to divide it with.
There's a hunger for stories in all of us, adults too. We need stories so much that we're even willing to read bad books to get them, if the good books won't supply them.
The act of quiet nighttime talking, illustrates for me more than anything else the curious alchemy of companionship.
The Widow Nazaret never missed her occasional appointments with Florentino Ariza, not even during her busiest times, and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved, although always in...
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.
She was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people...
We are in the same boat
We have lived and loved together Through many changing years We have shared each other's gladness And wept each other's tears.
My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.
If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.
I thought I was in love once and then later I thought maybe it was just an inner-ear imbalance.
A virtuous wife is a man's best treasure.
What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife When Friendship love and peace combine To stamp the marriage bond divine?