Friendship Quote by Dia Reeves

“This was the wonderful thing about strangers. They were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw whatever you liked on their impressionable surfaces.”

— Janet Fitch

“Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink".”

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“He shot the rest of the roll for her, twenty portraits, twenty different expressions, a catalog of someone she will say she once knew.…

— Jeff Backhaus

“When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.”

— Dia Reeves

“I speak, I speak, and truth at that. Writers are a curious breed: brooding, fickle, alternately loving and hating their work—and each other. You’re…

— Chila Woychik

“What a writer needs? A friend. A friend that’ll accompany beside solitude itself.”

— Desi Puspitasari

“Who’s your friend writing to?” Kilian asked. “She’s covered both sides of the paper.” I sobel laughed. “You.” “Me?” He touched his chest, turning…

— Jane Washington

“A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh…

— Ernest Hemingway

“My arm is weighted by the huge pile of clothing she’s hung over it. A moment of clarity comes over me. This isn’t what…

— Dawn O'Porter

“i just know no one is a friend like writing .”

— litymunshi

“She rubbed the charcoal letters with her fingers, transferring some of her friends' black thoughts to herself.”

— Hugh Howey

“I sent her a picture of an empty dinner plate, and the text said, Thinking of you.”

— Jarod Kintz