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A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
Measuring social capital through cost-benefit analysis may be difficult, but it is not impossible, and several excellent studies have identified useful proxies for social capital, using different types and combinations of qualitative, comparative and quantitative research methodologies.
It’s surprising how much pleasure can be derived from catching up with people you haven’t seen since before ‘a long time ago’ even came to be - and - other than the fact that they’ve grown up, had a family and “stuff”, it’s warming to find that the things you loved about them ‘way back when’ are the things you find yourself loving about them now.
There are people I feel I know so well and yet I can’t even hold them by the shoulder and say, “are you doing okay?”
Take one dose of grudknows, mix well and relax.
Math made us good friends.
Maddy avoided three-way mirrors on the principle that humans were not meant to know what their own behinds looked like, and further, that a woman should only receive information about her own behind from kindly friends.
Sometimes, it’s about a big ol’ chair, sometimes a giant mug of hot chocolate, but sometimes nothing matches the company of good friends.
A gift is one thing, but a gift of returned memories is something so good it is almost unbearable.
If friendship is the first casualty of love then sex must be the first casualty of marriage
Someone asked me once what it was I liked about my friends Rufus and Schuster, and I remember telling them that I enjoyed how easy their moods were to read; “Rufus will grow sullen and quiet whenever he starts thinking about killing Schuster,” I said, “and Schuster is even easier, because he never stops thinking about killing Rufus.”
Days, weeks and even years go by, yet some friends always leave you with the feeling that you saw them but yesterday.
Sometimes, the memory of a good friend is nothing more than that, mixed neatly with a small measure of hope.
Carlyle just wanted to have a person-friend, but every time he sidled up to someone he was met with shrieks of, “Get away from me you dirty crow,” and whacked with umbrellas and briefcases and in one case had scalding coffee thrown at him.
No puns, no cleverness, just a moment to say thank you, you sneaky rusty bird you.
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