Quotes About Bond

To bond to any animal was to promise oneself that future pain

No matter what name they call us by, you will always be mine. And I am yours, Bee. And I will always do everything in my power to protect you. Do you understand that?... I will always need you. I will always want you to be part of my life. Do you understand that?

He spoke solemnly. "This is our last hunt, old wolf. And as we always have, we go to it together.

Night eyes had risen and stretched stiffly. Now he came to lie down beside me. He set his head on my knee. 'I don't understand. You are ill?' 'No. Just stupid.' 'Ah. Nothing new there. Well, you haven't died from that so far.

You should go with him, Nighteyes. You should go with Bee. If we end here, then I meet the end with you. As you ended with me. How is the hunting where you are? It will be better with you. I'm coming to you, my brother.

But we are two old men, who have grown old together. Sometimes that is a greater closeness. We have come through time to your day and age. We can talk together, quietly, and share memories of a time that exists no more. I can tell you how it was, but it is not the same. It is like being two foreigners, trapped in a land we have come to, unable to return to our own, and having only each other to confirm the reality of the place we once lived.

Explanations had seldom worked between us. Trust had.

It's that which is between the gardener and his bit of soil that makes a garden.

To Fitz and the Fool, my best friends for over twenty years

One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls one back.

I have found the old adages to be true. One can only walk so far from one's true self before the bond either snaps, or pulls one back. I am fortunate. I have been pulled back. I walk once more in trueness to myself." p. 177: Kettricken to Fitz:

You and I, we are like buds grafted onto a tree. We can grow true to ourselves, but only so much as our roots will allow us

My brother! Nighteyes greeted me joyously.

I met her gaze; she looked at me as if she knew the answer to every mystery. I leaned in closer, taking in her scent, and the wolf in me leapt high. Mine. Suddenly she was obviously mine in every way. My club, to protect. Mine . From this moment, I would die rather than see harm come to her. Mine. The Wit told me this little spark of life burned strong. Tiny she was, she would never be prey. ~142

It is hard to express the completeness of two beings moving as one, for a single purpose.

What else?' Chade

What is a secret? It is much more than knowledge shared with only a few, or perhaps only one other. It is power. It is a bond. It may be a sign of deep trust, or the darkest threat possible.

I won't watch you die. I don't intend to die. Does anyone?

We do not share. We are one. I am no longer a wolf, you are no longer a man. What we are together, I have no name for. Perhaps the one who spoke to us of the Old Blood would have a word to explain it. He paused. See how much a man I am, that I speak of having a word for an idea? No word is needed. We exist, and we are whatever we are.

If we end here, then I meet the end with you. As you ended with me. How is the hunting where you are? It will be better with you. I'm coming to you, my brother.

The axe is his weapon." Verity nodded slowly, "And he is mine.

Men it is who think they can rule others' lives, but have no bonds to them. Do you think that to bond or not to bond is for you alone to decide? My heart is my own. I give it where I will. I will not give it to one who thrusts me aside. Nor will I obey one who denies pack and bond.

Some say 'a dog' or 'a horse' as if every one of them is like every other. I've heard a man call a mare he had owned for seven years 'it' as if he were speaking of a chair. I've never understood that. One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman.

What is a secret? It is much more than knowledge shared with only a few, or perhaps only one other. It is power. It is a bond. It may be a sign of deep trust, or the darkest threat possible. There is power in the keeping of a secret, and power in the revelation of a secret. Sometimes it takes a very wise man to discern which is the path to greater power.