Hypocrite Friendship Quotes Novels & Stories

Dear Elena, There’s a saying: ‘True friendship is like sound health, whose value we seldom know until it is lost. I have come to realize it is true after you walked out of my life because of what I did. I thought I was doing you good, but it turned out to be a mistake that would cost me a friendship I value so much. I feel guilty about what happened and guiltier that I still want to call you my best friend.

It would tear him to shreds. I knew this. It was all too much. Too unfortunate. "They'll be fine," Dante whispered, but even his voice carried an air of uncertainty. "Do you know what makes it worse?" I asked him. He was silent, listening. "They were right. We are hypocrites. They were kind enough to say it with no grudge, but I am a hypocritical asshole. I mean, we get to be together, and they get to fight to even see him," I said, feeling even more guilty.

I wanted to burst out but I chose to stay calm. “I know and I can see it. If you’re treating them as real friends you will treat them as how much they treated you. A friend that doesn’t hide anything from each other and has equal and reciprocated feeling” f*ck! I have less of my patience! I swear he’ll regret why he ever meets me. “Are you telling me that I am faking our friendship?” I asked in so much disbelief. “I didn’t say that---"

“I carry insults and sarcasms everyday like house keys. What do you deduce?” “That you're basically an arrogant person and you don't have friends at all,” I reply. “I don't need friends. Those pathetic people you identify as your friends are only ordinary people who makes the word 'friends' as an excuse so somebody would provide assistance for them if ever they're in hardship. They don't really like you. They're just there because they can benefit from you,” respond the man. “That explains the attitude. You're bitter,” I tell him. “I'm not bitter. I'm just being honest. In a world full of liars and traitors, do you ever still find yourself having full trust and confidence to anyone, especial

"This?" "Our entire friendship. I trust you and your loyalty completely, so I'm surprised that you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth and that you think I would be stupid enough to believe that you can fit into my underwear. It's pretty fucking insulting, but if that's your real opinion of me, we don't have to—"

“I’m a friend.” I raise an eyebrow. That’s a good joke. He’s trying to be a clown now? He’s like one of those bad guys who gives children candies to get them to come to him. Does he think I’m a kid that he could easily manipulate? He’s so full of shit. I know that they hated each other, which gives me a hundred percent certainty that he hates me, too. Hence, nope. He’s not a friend. “Yeah? You do realize that’s exactly what people say when they shouldn’t be trusted, right?” I sarcastically said.

I screamed out loud and only then realized how sore my throat was from all the times I’d screamed in the last twenty-four hours. Before I could think better of it, or maybe because I had no one there to tell me what moves to make, I jumped right into the middle of the ongoing discussion about my life. I hate people. I hate their fake, weak proclamations of love and friendship. They seemed to take the most umbrage at the fact that I had tried to drive that bitch crazy. Hypocrites. Which one of them, knowing that their husband was still hung up on some bitch wouldn’t have gone to any lengths to destroy her?

I asked, feeling myself sobering up. "A word of advice… choose your friends more wisely. You'll be surprised what lurks behind a friendly smile. Just lately, these parts are full of them . . . smiling assassins, waiting for you to turn your back so that they can take their pound of flesh," he grimaced at the words as if they left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Uh, trust me to stumble into the midst of an aggrieved drunkard with a grudge. "My friends, and the company I keep, are none of your concern," I spoke in their defense.

But I guess that sort of thing is never gonna happen after all. A friendship where you’re always trying to be considerate of the other person, always worrying about what they think, always responding to every single text, always seeking their approval and then finally connecting with them, isn’t friendship at all. If that troublesome process is what they called niceness, then I don’t need any of it. Enjoying yourself among some tepid community is basically just stroking your own ego. It’s deceit. The worst sort of evil. "Alright then," I walk front. "Shall we?"

a friend sarcastically joked, resting her hand alongside her. The obese girl poked her friend with her tongue before ignoring her. The other buddies grinned as they observed their relationship. “Have a nice day, gentlemen. Let’s have a good time,” one of the guys said. “It is a beautiful day. Who would have guessed that our dear friend here would be elevated to such a high position?” another remarked. “Those who work hard are rewarded. Do you not realize that?” “Hehe, stop acting smug.” As they just celebrated, the group of pals mocked each other endlessly.