Novel & Cerita Broken Quotes Friendship

I shook my head "Miles." He grabbed my hand and practically forced the money into it. "Friends help each other." I immediately tried handing it back. "No." I said go him. "You're unbelievably stubborn." He sighed dramatically. "So are you." I rolled my eyes at him. King stared at me for another second before finally slipping the money back into his wallet. "Fine." He crossed his arms. "But at least let me drive you home." I opened my mouth to refuse. Then remembered I had no money to take the bus. And I definitely wasn't walking all the way back again. "...Okay."

The day we go to pick out our wedding rings, I show up half an hour late trying to save five dollars on the cab fare. By the time I arrive, my boyfriend Travis White and best friend Evelyn Moon have already picked out two rings. They're too busy talking and don't even notice me standing behind them. "This 20 thousand dollar ring is your birthday present. And this 800-dollar one is for Sadie." Evelyn playfully punches Travis's arm. "Stop it! You've already been pretending to be broke to test Sadie for three years. Isn't that enough? "If you dare treat my best friend badly after getting married, you'll have to answer to me!" Travis sighs. "I checked her bank balance last night. She's o

He yelled bitterly. "We just renewed our friendship, Fernandez, it would not be nice if we go back to the lane we just came out from," I said calmly. He walked closer to me. "You know what? Damn this friendship, to hell with it!" He spat out and turned from me, walking away. "Fern," I called after him, but he wouldn't listen. "Fern, you can't do this," I said and he stopped in his tracks. "I just did. Watch me break the last bond of our friendship," he said and I stared at him in shock as he cut off the bracelet I made for him as a sign of our friendship. "We're done." He added and walked away.

We live in a practical world of bad people and heartbreaks. Sometimes, you don’t lose a friend - completely. But it also does not stay the same. It happens when something big shakes your beautiful bond, something so heartbreaking that you just can’t forget and forgive. You don’t kill the friendship though. You kind of patch up. But the crack stays. It’s like you put a band-aid on a wound that goes deeper than the skin. It’s like you are smiling with a rose in hand, but the thorns are biting your skin. The pain stays. There is frustration inside. You are still angry. You still feel betrayed. You still feel used. And you still feel let down.

I stared at the man I considered my best friend my whole life like he was a stranger. "You don't cheat on someone you love you dumb dog!" I turned to leave but Killian speaks so softly I almost missed it. "I made a mistake. Haven't you ever made a mistake, you wish you could take back." My mind flashes to my high school girlfriend. We were messing around at the waterhole we used to spend our summers at and she slipped out of my grip and broke her neck. I knew Killian wanted me to think of this. I should never have been messing around so close to the edge of the bank.

“What?” “You’re not a trophy, Chloe,” she said. “You’re not something they win. They both care? Fine. Let them care. Let them show it. Let them figure themselves out while you figure you out.” My breath caught. “I don’t want their friendship to fall apart,” I whispered. “Oh, honey,” she said, brushing my shoulder gently, “It already cracked. That’s what love does. That’s what wanting does. But cracks aren’t the same as breaks.” I swallowed.

She chatted to me all the way there, relaying stories about sharks and turtles and one about her friend’s dad who missed a step and had to go to the first aid station to have his ankle wrapped. She told me the story from start to finish, including how the dad loved cycling and how sad her friend was that they weren’t able to go cycling together that next weekend. “They go every weekend, mommy. It’s their thing and they couldn’t do it.” Heart wrenching sadness flashed in her eyes. It was only there for a moment, but it bugged me. Was she sad because her friend hadn’t been able to go cycling with her dad for one weekend, or because she never would?

“Why are you doing this? I came here hoping to reconnect, to find some common ground, and all you want to do is throw stones.” Jake remained silent, the wall between us. I glared at him with barely contained rage, he seemed unbothered and leaned back in his seat. I took a few deep breaths and shut my eyes for a moment. My eyes looked back at him and I opened my mouth for a moment to speak, no words came out but I managed to gather my thoughts. “There will never be a common ground between and we can never be friends again, I hate you, Jonathan, with every fiber of my being,” said Jake with a glare full of bitterness and hatred all pointed at me

Just because she'd found another one didn't mean she had to let go of him. "How come we were never friends?" she asked wanting to know. She'd tried to befriend him but he pushed her away every time until she gave up. He was silent for a few minutes as if considering whether to answer her or not. Then he said "Because you don't become friends with someone you're in love with" *****************************************

Some friendships bend until they almost break. The best ones learn how to grow stronger in the cracked places. The End