Quotes About Bond

We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. He'd never invite me over to his house for dinner or a barbecue. We'd never be lovers. But there was a very good chance that one of us would be the last person the other saw before we died. It wasn't friendship the way most people understood it, but it was friendship. There were several people I'd trust with my life, but there is no one else I'd trust with my death.

Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, two minds with but one body, two souls wedded as one.

She couldn't even fake being miserable for Andy's sake.

there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather; / To cheer one on the tedious way, / To fetch one if one goes astray, / To lift one if one totters down, / To strengthen whilst one stands.'" Bea was much struck by this. "How lovely

Each of the two Western leaders came to believe that they could form a 'special' bond with Stalin. Both were wrong. Stalin had no 'special' bond with anyone. But in their attempt to charm him they had missed the fact that he had, in his own individual way, charmed them instead.

There's a look that two people share when it is inevitable that they're becoming lovers; that they've become lovers, in spirit if not yet in deed. The look is the bond that sex confirms.

Having a friend made everything else suck less.

Persephone tucks a lock of Ophelia's hair behind the shell of her ear and Ophelia takes Persephone's hand and gently kisses the palm.

Ci tenevamo per mano mentre percorrevamo il sentiero di pan di zenzero dentro la foresta, col sangue che ci gocciolava dalle dita.

It means, 'You are my heart.'" I leaned forward, took her hands in mine, and whispered into her ear. "You have always been my heart, Country." Before I could kiss her, Isabel kissed me.

they turned up Regent Street, braced together against the sway of the pavement. [The Language of Bees, chapter 19]

Her efforts to achieve herself had led her always towards, and not away from him.

We had not a taste in common. Our characters and predispositions were wholly different, and yet in the magical ease of this friendship we felt something promised us.

But is there a friendship possible to attain which is deeper, even limitlessly deep, and yet wordless, idealess? It seems somehow necessary to find a human being to whom one can be faithful, not in the body (I leave that to the priests) but in the culprit mind?

He always puzzled me —except when I had him in my arms.

I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.

Distance cannot matter - ours is a friendship of the heart.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

So you've made a friend. How sad for them.

Maybe there's a way to keep us in this moment. Not the sad part. But the coming together part.

Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.

None of us could choose our birth, but we could still chose our family, and only those who love you are your true family.

Distance is meaningless, as is time, when minds and souls intertwine."-Gerome in CHANGELING-