Quotes About Bonding

You become like the people you spend the most time with.

People meeting for the first time suddenly relax if they find they both have cats. And plunge into anecdote.

I still go to a salon where a gal does my hair, and I don't know if it's because I'm a celebrity but by the time I leave there, we are eating chicken and talking and screaming.

I like to play table tennis, spend time with my kids.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

He realized that there was a point to that ungainly empty area between the human shoulder and chin: it was the perfect place to rest an infant.

All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem. Maybe it's my fault that we don't confide in each other. In any case, that's just how things are, and unfortunately they're not liable to change.

if I only knew how much longer we had to put up with each other's company, I'd start counting the days.

In the old days, when I was a little girl, Pim used to tell me stories about "Der bösen Paula."* He had a whole collection of Paula stories, and I adored them all. Now, whenever I go to him for comfort in the middle of the night, he's started telling me Paula stories again, so I've written down the latest one.

but I long to have a really good time for once and to laugh so hard it hurts. We're stuck in this house like lepers

Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate.

Now she and I sit together in her room and eat chocolate, and I tell her that in a very long time when we both to go heaven, we should try to get chairs next to each other, close to the dessert table.

All that is holding us together [is] stories and compassion.

Lessa lay in the straw of the redolent cheeseroom she shared as sleeping quarters with the other kitchen drudges.

They had known each other for many years. Young Jacob had found his way onto a ship borne for the tropics, indentured to a pair of wealthy male planters, and he'd run away, ending up at the decaying ruins of La Briere, the plantation house of the de Malheurs. Lucien had been living there alone, the only survivor of a virulent outbreak of cholera, and the two young men, barely more than boys, had bonded together, determined to escape.

apparently you grow to love whom you're handed.

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The telling and hearing of stories is a bonding ritual that breaks through illusions of separateness and activates a deep sense of our collective interdependence.

When a person does something for another person—a prosocial act, as it's called—they are rewarded not only by group approval but also by an increase of dopamine and other pleasurable hormones in their blood. Group cooperation triggers higher levels of oxytocin, for example, which promotes everything from breast-feeding in women to higher levels of trust and group bonding in men.

Besides, I had to keep you alive," Ewan said, thinking to make light of the situation and thereby erase some of the shadows from Neil's eyes. "We couldn't have the only virgin in the group dying before he bedded a woman." As Ewan had wanted, Neil turned and scowled at him. "I've bedded women. I just haven't performed one act." "It made for a good rally cry. Protect the virgin!

Brother Euddogwy did not know how to respond to that, for only the Angevins would see a rebellion as an opportunity for brotherly bonding.

Freely given, freely shared, between true companions and friends." That was an old phrase, but Gran had made sure I knew all the old phrases. JoAnn looked—and according to the land, felt—startled. For a long moment, she didn't move, then she smiled again—a little less firmly—and took the bag from me. "The feast increases, with the goodwill of all.

I love the smell of my mother's hair after she washes it. I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father's face before he shaves. But I've never been able to tell them.

When we put together two substances in nature that are dry, they cannot cohere; there is no way for them to join. When we add wetness, these two substances can bond; they can come together. In just that same way, the force of metta, lovingkindness, allows us to cohere, to come together within ourselves and with all beings. The beauty of this truth moved the Buddha to say that sustaining a loving heart, even for the duration of the snap of a finger, makes one a truly spiritual being.