Childhood Friends Quotes

Quotes tagged as "childhood-friends" (showing 1-27 of 27)
Krista Ritchie
“Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.”
Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You

Krista Ritchie
“I'll always be yours. No distance or time apart will change that, Lily.”
Krista Ritchie

Krista Ritchie
“No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?”
Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You

Krista Ritchie
“I love you,” he says again, “and no other man will ever say those words and mean them the way I do.”
Krista Ritchie, Ricochet

Krista Ritchie
“Promises from Lo are like bars at 2 a.m.--empty.”
Krista Ritchie, Addicted to You

Krista Ritchie
“What’s going to happen,” he breathes, “is that I’m going to carry you through this door. I’m going to draw out every single moment until you’re exhausted. And I’m going to move so slow that three months ago will feel like yesterday. And tomorrow will feel like today, and no one in this fucking universe will be able to say your name without saying mine.”
Krista Ritchie, Addicted for Now

Krista Ritchie
“I’m remarrying you, Lil. Fuck, I’d remarry you a hundred times until it stuck.”
Krista Ritchie, Ricochet

Crystal Woods
“Ten minutes with a genuine friend is better than years spent with anyone less.”
Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2

Krista Ritchie
“Fine. Such a stupid word really. It feels empty and weightless. It’s the kind of word you use to hide the truth.”
Krista Ritchie, Ricochet

Lauren Oliver
“Her fierce and fearful friend --who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.”
Lauren Oliver, Panic

Liane Moriarty
“It was strange, because she always felt that she hid herself from Erika, that she was more 'herself' with her 'true' friends, where the friendship flowed in an ordinary, uncomplicated, grown-up fashion (emails, phone calls, drinks, dinners, banter and jokes that everyone got), but right now it felt like none of those friends knew her the raw, ugly, childish, basic way that Erika did.”
Liane Moriarty, Truly Madly Guilty

Carla H. Krueger
“I’ll be your friend until you find a better one.”
Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun

J.M. Stewart
“I promise I don’t bite.” He winked at her.

That earned him another throaty laugh. Then she bent over him, hands braced on his thighs, her luscious mouth inches from his. The heat of her palms singed his skin even through his jeans. Her warm breaths puffed against his lips as she stared him dead in the eye. “What if I do?”
J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever

J.M. Stewart
“Unable to help himself, he offered her a smile and stared into those eyes as he tapped his mouth. “I think you missed.”
J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever

Marcel Proust
“She [Mme Sazerat] did not offer her hand, but smiled at my mother with vague melancholy as one smiles at a playmate from one's childhood, but with whom all connection has been severed because she has lived a debauched life, married a jailbird or, worse still, a divorced man.”
Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way

Sarah Blakley-Cartwright
“His memory loved her too much.”
Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

Anne Brontë
“. . . because we cannot conceive that as we grow up our own minds will become so enlarged and elevated that we ourselves shall then regard as trifling those objects and pursuits we now so fondly cherish, and that, though our companions will no longer join us in those childish pastimes, they will drink with us at other fountains of delight, and mingle their souls with ours in higher aims and nobler occupations beyond our present comprehension, but not less deeply relished or less truly good for that, while yet both we and they remain essentially the same individuals as before.”
Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

Lorelei James
“Contrary to her sister-in-law Janie’s claims, Celia hadn’t been in love with Kyle Gilchrist since her childhood—she’d simply loved to annoy him. ... Armed with childish logic, Celia made it her mission to get under Kyle’s skin as often as possible.
She’d drawn hearts emblazoned with her name on every one of his school notebooks.
He’d retaliated by stringing up her My Little Pony collection from a tree.
She’d pushed him into the stock tank.
He’d held her down and tickled her until she peed her pants.
She’d put a snapping turtle in his gym bag.
He’d tied her to the tire swing and spun her until she puked.
All harmless pranks that demanded retaliation.”
Lorelei James, One Night Rodeo

J.M. Stewart
“You’re my best friend’s kid sister, Ang. I’ve known you since you were eight.” He ducked his head, dragged his hands through his hair with all the frustration winding through him. “Christ, if your brother finds out, he’ll have my hide.”
J.M. Stewart, A Second Chance at Forever

David Hopper
“I guess I'd rather have a truthful neighbor who says he hates me than a lyin' one who claims he loves me.”
David Hopper, In Spirit & Truth

David Hopper
“Yessir, some things is sin 'cause God says so. Some things is sin 'cause they hurt other people. And some things is just pure-dee stupid.”
David Hopper, In Spirit & Truth

Nayomi Munaweera
“Three years after my birth, my mother swells again. When Lanka is born and brought home, Shiva and I gaze over the edge of the bassinet at this strange, alien creature and claim her as our own. We are a threesome from then on. Joined at the hip. A pyramid. A triangle.”
Nayomi Munaweera, Island of a Thousand Mirrors

J.M. Stewart
“Doubt filled her eyes. “What are we betting for, anyway?”

He hadn’t thought about that, but it took his brain all of three seconds to come up with an answer. He knew damn well what he wanted from her. Had for years.

“A kiss.” The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them, but once out, he didn’t want to take them back. “One kiss after you come back and see she’s all right.”
J.M. Stewart, The Playboy's Baby

Stephen King
“I wonder how much- or how little- they remember. I am somehow convinced that they don't remember any of it, because they don't need to remember. I'm the only one that hears the voice of the Turtle, the only one who remembers, because I'm the only one who stayed here in Derry. And because they're scattered to the four winds, they have no way of knowing the identical patterns their lives have taken. To bring them back, to show them that pattern....yes, it might kill some of them. It might kill all of them.”
Stephen King, It

Allegra Goodman
“Orion was the one Emily knew well. He had been Emily's childhood friend when, for several summers, they attended CTY, the Center for Talented Youth at Johns Hopkins. At eleven, twelve, and thirteen, they took courses in physics and advanced geometry along with other children selected nationwide. Emily had studied Greek, and Orion took astronomy. Renaissance children, they lived in dorms with other earnest middle-schoolers blowing through problem sets, practicing violin, gathering several times a week for camp games designated by their counselors as "mandatory fun.”
Allegra Goodman, The Cookbook Collector

Sarah MacLean
“Needham has announced that the former lands of Falconwell are to be included in the dowry of his eldest daughter."
Shock rocked Bourne back on his heels. "Penelope?"
"You know the lady?"
"It's been years since I saw her last- nearly twenty of them."
Sixteen. She had been there on the day he'd left Surrey for the last time, after his parents' burial, fifteen years old and slipped back to a new world with no family. She'd watched him climb into his carriage, and her serious blue gaze had not wavered in tracking his coach down the long drive away from Falconwell.
She hadn't looked away until he had turned onto the main road.
He knew because he'd watched her, too.
She'd been his friend.
When he had still believed in friends.
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

Sarah MacLean
“Why didn't you return it to Michael?"
Needham sighed, throwing down his napkin and rising from the table, through with the conversation. "He was careless with it in the first place," he said simply before quitting the room, Lady Needham fast on his heels.
It might have been sixteen years since she'd seen him last, but a part of her still considered Michael Lawler, Marquess of Bourne, a dear friend, and she did not like the way her father spoke of him, as though he were of little value and less import.
But then, she really didn't know Michael- not the man. When she allowed herself to think of him, more often than she'd like to admit, he was not a twenty-one-year-old who had lost everything in a silly game of chance.
No, in her thoughts, Michael remained her childhood friend- the first she'd ever made- twelve years old, leading her across the muddy landscape on one adventure or another, laughing at inopportune moments until she could not resist laughing with him, muddying his knees in the damp fields that stretched between their houses and throwing pebbles at her window on summer mornings before he headed off to fish in the lake that straddled Needham and Bourne lands.
She supposed the lake was part of her dowry, now.
Michael would have to ask permission to fish there.
He would have to ask her husband permission to fish there.
The idea would be laughable if it weren't so... wrong.
And no one seemed to notice.”
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name