Quotes About Bonding

Esskay rested her head on Tess's knee, gazing into her eyes in the soulful way that meant "Pet me," unless there was food handy, in which case it translated to "Feed me.

And isn't it funny how if one person speaks for real, then the other person can too? We just did that. We just became friends. It's just a matter of finding the right person and crossing that barrier together, almost like you're holding hands, but really you're holding the most tender place inside you.

Children are our second chance to have a great parent-child relationship.

The feeling of your baby taking nourishment from your body for the first time is amazing, and it remains the most touching moment of my life.

My mum and dad are my parents. I don't even like saying 'biological parents.'" Luca's hands reach up so he can lace his fingers through mine. "Oh, carina ," he says consolingly against my hair. I'm so glad I washed it this morning.

In fifty years, we'll be like those old men who spend hours at all-day breakfast diners. We'll have big ears and tufting sprouts of nose hair, and we'll guffaw at everything the other says. Heh-heh-heh, you know it, Roby. Pass the damn ham.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

So," says my sister. "Do you feel like a mother yet?" I surprise myself by saying yes. "Cool," says my sister. "When did this happen?" "I don't know," I say. "Last Tuesday maybe?" I want to chart love, to code it or encrypt it. Love = proximity + time. Love = oxytocin + night feedings. But in the end, I'm no closer to understanding it, even when I feel it.

Being a mother means knowing the luxuriousness of giving comfort, bringing the slack body up, holding her close; she melts into your form, which is, when all is said and done, still your form.

Tell you what," Dr. Gage said. "Why don't you and your dad come along with me tomorrow?

Parents, she thought, learned to survive touching their children less and less.

She remembered then that Lexie, thank god, had stayed over at Serena Wong's house last night.

but there had also been an intense comfort in being close together, like small animals sheltered deep in their den.

A game they played, he and his mother, when he was very small. Before school, before he had any other world but her.

At any given moment—every moment he could arrange, in fact—he was there with Pearl, in the booth at the diner, in the fork of a tree, watching her big eyes drink in everything around them as if she were ferociously thirsty.

even before the nurses had wiped the baby clean, even before they had cut the cord—touched every part of her child, her tiny flaring nostrils and the faint shadows of her eyebrows and the womb-slicked soles of her feet, making certain she was wholly present, learning her by heart.)

For sure they didn't share sips from the same cup, give each other cheer-up hugs, or swear to keep real important things secret, which are all things that are done by a real 100 percent for real friend.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Life is made of so many partings welded together

What the two drank together, between Hilary Term and Michaelmas, might have floated a king's ship.

Sydney, I rather despair of making myself intelligible to you, because you are such an insensible dog." "And you," returned Sydney, busy concocting the punch, "are such a sensitive and poetical spirit—

Pip, dear old chap, life is made of ever so many partings welded together,

Nichts ist besser als ein guter Freund, außer ein Freund mit Schokolade.

Happy is said to be the family which can eat onions together. They are, for the time being, separate, from the world, and have a harmony of aspiration.