Quotes About Bonding

I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.

You usually can't remember all the people you've shared laughs with. But you rarely forget the people you've shared your tears with.

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

Let people get fond of each other: lure them on. Then tear asunder.

Just you and me and the road. Just a couple of tramps, just a couple of gypsies, that's it, but we'll be together.

It was a long time before Mildred could bring herself to send Veda to bed. She wanted to keep her there, to warm herself in this sunny, carefree friendliness that had never been there before. When the time finally came, she took Veda in herself, and helped her undress, and put her in bed, and held her tight for a moment, still ecstatic at the miracle that had come to pass.

My siblings and I spent hours playing tricks and teasing one another. It was our way of dealing with realities over which we had no control.

My brothers and sisters were my best friends, but when it came to food, they were my enemies.

I'm sure they all walk around holding hands up there," Irv said.

After all, Fnick is Superman, said Iggy. Shut up, Jeff, I said, but I was smiling. I lifted Iggy's fingers to my face so that he knew.

It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.

Time for bed." I held my fist out. One by one, my flock stacked theirs on top, and then we headed up into the trees to sleep the sleep of the innocent. Well, okay, maybe not so innocent. But the sleep of the much less guilty than others, for sure.

I watched the way our fingers intertwined, and I thought, What are hands made for but this? For holding. For holding on.

In this family, we always celebrate each other's birthdays. I don't care if you're four or fourteen or forty and scattered around the world. We gotta stick by each other, okay? And meals- as long as you live under the same roof, you have at least one meal a day together. I don't care if it's a dreaded hot dog in front of the dastardly TV as long as you're all there. -Maeve Bennett

The whole flock is helping to raise her, with Total insisting on French lessons and Nudge making sure she doesn't look like a cave girl (even though we pretty much live in caves). But it's only Fang who spends as much time with her as I do, Fang who patiently teaches the fascinating facts his photographic brain remembers from all those fat books I shunned in school. Fang, because he's her father.

I loved laughing with him, loved that he could make me laugh.

I had made a friend. My second one in fourteen years. I was on a roll.

The next morning, Mom set two plates of scrambled eggs in front of me and Georgia and then sat down to watch us eat. She loves to watch us eat, which I totally don't get. I mean, she works at a diner. She watches people eat all day long.

over to our house for Joe's sausage lasagna. A half hour later, Julie was in bed and two of my very favorite people were standing around the kitchen

what's the best way to catch a fish?" Angel asked again. Oh. "I don't know?" I said warily. "Have someone throw it to you!" Angel laughed, I groaned, and, next to me, Total chuckled.

been tutoring his son Ted.

Ari shook Celeste playfully, and Angel stepped forward.

She can hear me?" "She probably can. I think so." I put his hand on Nana's and my hand on top of his. "Go ahead." "Hi, Nana!" he said as if Nana were hard of hearing, and it was difficult not to laugh. "Inside-the-house voice, buddy," Bree said. "But good enthusiasm there. I'll bet Nana heard you.