Quotes About Bond

Friendship throws out deep roots in honest hearts

Athos, at the twenty-seventh the name of Porthos, and at the thirty-first the name of Aramis.

The lifelong friends, he said. We sometimes wait a lifetime for them.

Jill and I have known each other our whole lives. One house separates our houses but we act as if it doesn't exist. We met before we were born and we'll probably still know each other after we die. At least, that's the way we're planning it.

Then I understood that when someone begins to tell you her story, you are entwined together. Perhaps even more so if the ending hasn't been divulged.

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

It was true, when you saved someone, they belonged to you in some small way, but it was also true that you belonged to them. They would stay with you and enter into your dreams and your thoughts, as you would enter into theirs.

I only had access to him when we were together in the library, and I loved them both -the library and my father- equally and without question.

The sisters were glad to be together. They had the easy sort of relationship where they didn't have to speak to be understood.

There are none who can fight as fiercely as a mother and a daughter, and none who can forgive more completely.

When you have a sister, someone knows the story of who you were and who you would always be.

I knew that my brother would still be a part of this world no matter what happened next. I felt my love for him so deeply that my blood seemed to flow down the street to him. My blood sang out my prayer for Luis even while he was still living in our world.

We must do as we're told, Ava reminded her. We will honor your mother and follow her instructions. Because she is your maker? Lea asked, her heart breaking. Ava shook her head. Because she is yours.

You can only know a friend so well after all. When you come right down to it, even your best friend is a puzzle.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she? If you saw one Owens sister at the grocery, the other would be right beside her. If one was working in the garden, making certain the rows of herbs were weeded, her sister would be there as well, carrying a basket to collect the dandelion greens.

When you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together

I signaled for him to lean down, and he did so. I then did the second most terrible thing a mother could do, in some ways worse than burying her beneath the stones. I breathed my daughter's last breath into his mouth. I gave her to him so that her spirit would belong to him and he could carry her with him, so that he could still be a man with a soul, even though he had lost everything else.

A familiar is such a creature, an animal or bird that sees inside to the very soul of its human companion, and knows what others might not. What fears there might be, and what joys, for it shares the emotions of its human partner.

On evenings when the orange moon was rising in the sky, and some woman was crying in their kitchen, Sally and Gillian would lock pinkies and vow never to be ruled by their passions.

He wondered if what people said was true, that no one could hate you more than members of your own family.

To friendship," she agreed, although for the longest time they didn't let go of each other and she knew exactly what he was thinking—This must be fate—for that was what she was thinking as well.

What is a daughter but good fortune, as complicated as she might be.

She didn't understand that when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it's what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.

If you're disconnected from someone for a long enough time, does blood still commit you to one another? Does history, or fate?