Female Friends Quotes by James Patterson, Jonathan Swift, Dinah Maria Murlock Craik, Olivia Wilde, Henri Nouwen, Fay Weldon and many others.
I grew up in a house full of women: my mother, grandmother, three sisters, and two female cats. And I still have the buzz of their conversations in my head. As an adult, I have more female friends than male ones: I just love the way that women talk.
What vexes me most is, that my female friends, who could bear me very well a dozen years ago, have now forsaken me, although I am not so old in proportion to them as I formerly was: which I can prove by arithmetic, for then I was double their age, which now I am not. Letter to Alexander Pope. 7 Feb. 1736.
Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together.
I have a great pack of female friends, but I also have a lot of guy friends. I believe that platonic relationship is entirely possible.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
We shelter children for a time; we live side by side with men; and that is all. We owe them nothing, and are owed nothing. I think we owe our friends more, especially our female friends.
Whenever I hang out with my female friends, I feel like context is never needed. They can just say two words about something, it’s like hearing the first two notes of a song and you can always identify the song. They can just say a word and I know exactly what they’re talking about.
I find that, in general, the amount of sharing men do with each other in one year is about the same as what I share with my female friends while we wait for our cars at the valet.
I know many of my female friends do not like being referred to as “ladies.”
Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
I think female-female relationships interest me so much more because they’re so encoded. There is kind of a psychic element that happens within groups of women. Whenever I hang out with my female friends, I feel like context is never needed.
All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing…that is a friend who cares.
Everyone – particularly my female friends I speak to – all say ‘I wouldn’t be in my twenties again if I was paid.’ It’s a difficult time.
My husband is always accusing me of being a context-free individual. He asks something and he has no idea where it came from or what it related to. I have to supply him with way more supplementary information than I ever have to supply my female friends.
In Iraq, many of my female friends were architects and professionals with a lot of power during the 1980s while all the men were at war in Iran.
The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend.
I have really good female friends. I’ve never bought the whole men-and-women-can’t-be-friends thing. I think that’s sort of nonsense.
Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
A female friend, amiable, clever, and devoted, is a possession more valuable than parks and palaces; and without such a muse, few men can succeed in life, none be contented.
I don’t know what I would do in the world without [female friends] for advice, for comfort, for simply knowing that there is someone out there who knows me as I am, and loves me despite and because of it.
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
Friends share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
Young men are eager to “hook up” with women. And many say they have very good female friends. But some of the emotions circulating among guys make it difficult to form and sustain healthy relationships.
Basically, it is your self-esteem that shapes the choice of your job, female, friends, and how you take care of yourself (health/hygiene/hobby’s)!
Never be possessive. If a female friend lets on that she is going out with another man, be kind and understanding. If she says she would like to go out with the Dallas Cowboys, including the coaching staff, the same rule applies.
Every woman should recruit a female friend to take up golf so there will be more women available to play.
I only really understand myself, what I’m really thinking and feelings, when I’ve talked it over with my circle of female friends. When days go by without that connection, I feel like a radio playing in an empty room.
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
When I look at my life and the lives of my female friends these days – with our dizzying number of opportunities and talents – I sometimes feel as though we are all mice in a giant experimental maze, scurrying around frantically, trying to find our way through.