Quotes About Bond

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

Yo no soy nadie, ¿y tú? ¿No eres nadie tampoco? Entonces somos dos, guarda el secreto. Ya sabes que podrían desterrarnos.

When I meet someone I like being with more than I like being alone, I'll marry her.

You'll never regret being a good friend.

The] maid of honor - the unambiguous, grown-up equivalent of wearing best friend necklaces.

It was the same night I gave myself to him completely, knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

We are one of those couples I used to watch, thinking to myself that I'd never be on the inside of something so special. I remember reassuring myself that it probably looked nicer that it actually was. I am happy to be wrong about that.

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

As of that moment, we had a secret, and having a secret—even a little one—creates a bond between two people.

knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.

But I cherished our filterless relationship and considered it the truest measure of a best friend, greater than pure affection.

That's unfortunate, I say, choosing my words carefully and realizing that this might be the hallmark of a genuine friendship: how freely you speak.

A really kindred spirit to whom I can confide my inmost soul.

i want to make it official, i want to make it forever

It doesn't take vows or genetics to be a family. We are one already, Ethan said. But i want to make it official. I want to make it forever.

Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well.

So then she took me home, or I took her home, or we were both somehow taken to the closest thing.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made out of her cells so I'm kind of hers. Also when I tell her what I'm thinking and she tells me what she's thinking, our each ideas jump into our other's head, like coloring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

You must feel an almost pathological need—understandably—to stand guard between your son and the world." "Yeah, it's called being a mother." Ma nearly snarls it.

How odd; wedded for life, because one of us had died.

Dearest Fido! You're not the stuff of a chapter," Helen protests. "Several volumes, at least.

In childhood, Lib remembered, family seemed as necessary and inescapable as a ring of mountains. One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country.

It's weird to have something that's mine-not-Ma's. Everything else is both of ours. I guess my body is mine and the ideas that happen in my head. But my cells are made of her cells so I'm kind of hers. Also, when I tell her what I'm thinking and she tells me what she's thinking, our ideas jump into our other's heads, like coloring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green. -Jack from Room by Emma Donoghue

You and your robins!