Quotes About Bond

Maybe we have known each other always. Maybe our hearts have encountered each other somehow,

Jule had loved Immie Sokoloff as well as she knew how to love anyone. She really had.

I do not really want to be separate from them. Ever.

One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person...I am not talking about fate. I don't believe in destiny or soul mates or the supernatural. I just mean we understood each other. All the way.

I understand our story now. We are criminals. A band of four.

You're such an ass, Gat," says Johnny kindly.

He was a stranger in our family, even after all those years. WHEN

I bled on him and he didn't mind

Alec held out his hand. Maurice took it, and they knew at that moment the greatest triumph ordinary man can win.

I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me

Who would have thought that a human and a dragon could make such a perfect match?

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

That's the best thing about friendship. It is a gift that cannot be lost. Only thrown away.

She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

And now we shan't be parted no more, and that's finished.

For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and—by some sad, strange irony—it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.

What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?

The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, "That is your friend," and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught him tenderness. He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because "this is my friend.

And the triviality faded from their faces, though it left something behind -- the knowledge that they could never be parted because their love was rooted in common things.

It all turns on affection now," said Margaret. "Affection. Don't you see?... And affection, when reciprocated, gives rights. Put that down in your notebook, Mr. Mansbridge. It's a useful formula.

He was thinking of the irony of friendship—so strong it is, and so fragile. We fly together, like straws in an eddy, to part in the open stream.

Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.

It's a chance in a thousand we've met, we'll never have the chance again and you know it. Stay with me. We love each other.

They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part.