The intensity of the friendship between Christopher Isherwood and Sally Bowles in Goodbye to Berlin illustrates the idea that friendships can be just as (if not more) complicated and impactful than romantic relationships. In fact, friendships are often the defining relationships in one’s life. As Christopher navigates Berlin, he searches for social connections. When he meets Sally Bowles, the two immediately like each other and begin to spend all their time together, often making plans for their illustrious futures as artists. In a sense, they fall in love with each other, though neither wants to be together romantically. Significantly, Christopher lacks any clear romantic or sexual connections in the novel. In the absence of these connections, Sally’s massive presence in the novel demonstrates the profound impact that she has on Christopher’s life and art. The intensity of their friendship causes Christopher to experience a wide range of emotions throughout: joy, love, anger, anxiety, and even jealousy. This jealousy ends up causing the end of their friendship: after Sally asks another writer friend to do a writing assignment for her instead of Christopher, Christopher’s jealousy causes the two of them to have a fight. Acknowledging that they have grown out of each other, Sally and Christopher consciously “break up,” cementing their friendship’s parallels with a romantic relationship. Still, Christopher dedicates the story to her as a “tribute” to their friendship, and he urges her to write him a postcard.
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Friendship Quotes in Goodbye to Berlin
But soon a call is sure to sound, so piercing, so insistent, so despairingly human, that at last I have to get up and peep through the slats of the Venetian blind to make quite sure that it is not—as I know very well it could not possibly be—for me.
Sally’s German was not merely incorrect; it was all her own. She pronounced every word in a mincing, specifically “foreign” manner. You could tell that she was speaking a foreign language from her expression alone.
“I’m awfully glad. I’ve wanted you to like me ever since we first met. But I’m glad you’re not in love with me, because, somehow, I couldn’t possibly be in love with you—so, if you had been, everything would have been spoilt.”
We went to the little cinema in Bülowstrasse, where they were showing a film about a girl who sacrificed her stage career for the sake of a Great Love, Home, and Children. We laughed so much that we had to leave before the end.
“I don’t know what it is… You seem to have changed, somehow…”
“How have I changed?”
“It’s difficult to explain… You don’t seem to have any energy or want to get anywhere. You’re so dilletante. It annoys me.”
Indeed, I was so absurdly upset that I began to wonder whether I hadn’t all this time, in my own particular way, been in love with Sally myself.
But no, it wasn’t love ether—it was worse. It was the cheapest, most childish kind of wounded vanity…. The awful sexual flair women have for taking the stuffing out of a man!
When you read this, Sally—if you ever do—please accept it as a tribute, the sincerest I can pay, to yourself and to our friendship.
And send me another postcard.
“You see, Christoph… Peter hurt me very much. I thought he was my friend. And then, suddenly, he left me—all alone…”
My mouth pressed against Erna’s hot, dry lips. I had no particular sensation of contact: all this was part of the long, rather sinister symbolic dream which I seemed to have been dreaming throughout the day. “I’m so happy, this evening…” Erna whispered.
“You, Christopher, with your centuries of Anglo-Saxon freedom behind you, with your Magna Carta engraved upon your heart, cannot understand that we poor barbarians need the stiffness of a uniform to keep us upright.”
“I’m getting rather tired of what you call your experiments. Tonight wasn’t the first of them by any means. The experiments fail, and then you’re angry with me. I must say, I think that’s very unjust… But what I can’t stand is that you show your resentment by adopting this mock-humble attitude… Actually, you’re the least humble person I’ve ever met.”