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Quotes About Bonding

Not bad for two kids who've only got about eight pubic hairs between them, Peter said.
~ Orson Scott Card
I wanted to learn what it was like to have a friend
~ Orson Scott Card
Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is by far the best ending for one.
~ Oscar Wilde
I'll bet you anything you like that half an hour after they have met, they will be calling each other sister. Women only do that when they have called each other a lot of other things first.
~ Oscar Wilde
My head against his shoulder, he laughs as if the laughter wants to travel a good distance, down through my body also.
~ Colum McCann
estuvimos paseando juntos dos horas, la mayor parte del tiempo sin hablar, como corresponde entre dos hombres que se conocen íntimamente.
~ Conan Doyle
what the hell is 'emotional bonding,' anyway? It sounds like something out of Fifty Shades of Grey.
~ Connie Willis
Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they'd yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life. He held the boy shivering against him and counted each frail breath in the blackness.
~ Cormac McCarthy
The sand where he sat was warm to the touch but the night beyond the fire was sharp with the cold. He got up and dragged fresh wood in under the bridge. He stood listening. The boy didnt stir. He sat beside him and stroked his pale and tangled hair. Golden chalice, good to house a god. Please dont tell me how the story ends.
~ Cormac McCarthy
He kicked holes in the sand for the boy's hips and shoulders where he would sleep and he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.
~ Cormac McCarthy
O akÅŸam ateÅŸ ba??nda oturdular ve oÄŸlan s?cak çorba içti ve adam sopalarda buharlar? tüten giysilerini çevirdi ve oÄŸlan mahcup olana kadar oturup onu izledi. Beni izlemekten vazgeç, baba, dedi. Tamam. Gene de izledi ama.
~ Cormac McCarthy
He about deadcentered your pocketbook didnt he? Yeah, said Rawlins. He lifted up his glass and they drank. Rawlins stood thoughtfully. I dont know what that shit is, he said. But it tastes pretty good to a cowboy. Let us have three more here.
~ Cormac McCarthy
she was at times most able to enjoy her family members when she could sense their presence nearby without actually interacting with them.
~ Curtis Sittenfeld
Možda su jedino ljudi koji su sposobni da se stvarno intimno spoje s drugima, jedini koji izgledaju tako sami u svemiru. Ostali imaju izvjesnog ljepila, oni se lijepe uz masu.
~ D.H. Lawrence
I wish you didn't have to go home later, said Rachel, squeezing Kirsty's hand as they walked along. I love it when you come to stay.
~ Daisy Meadows
Ma bent over and kissed Grandma, who sat ramrod straight in her chair and didn't respond. "Don't wait up for me, now," Ma laughed. "Do-on't worry," Grandma answered, rolling her eyes at the TV.
~ Wally Lamb
I announce adhesiveness-I say it shall be limitless, unloosen'd; I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.
~ Walt Whitman
The Defiant Ones and 48 Hours, in which two characters with different attitudes are thrown together and have to bond.
~ Walter Isaacson
There Paul tried to pass along his love of mechanics and cars. "Steve, this is your workbench now," he said as he marked off a section of the table in their garage.
~ Walter Isaacson
Every six months he would take most of his team on a two-day retreat at a nearby resort.
~ Walter Isaacson
Making friends has always been hard for me.
~ Walter Mosley
It was nice, though, riding with my father. It was like the silence connected us in a way that explanations never could.
~ Wendelin Van Draanen
Misery loves company.
~ Wendelin Van Draanen
I took her into bed with me and propped myself up with pillows against the headboard to let her nurse. As she nursed and the milk came, she began a little low contented sort of singing. I would feel milk and love flowing from me to her as once it had flowed to me. It emptied me. As the baby fed, I seemed slowly to grow empty of myself, as if in the presence of that long flow of love even grief could not stand.
~ Wendell Berry