Quotes About Bond

If your same blood doesn't run in the arms and legs of the person you're next to, you can't trust anything.

he thinks [...] as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.

There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.

There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body.

That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.

The love for your kids, I'm learning, is a kind of love that has no conclusion, a feeling that multiplies back on itself.

husband, a certain thought ringing like a bell calling

But he was afraid to speak. He could see that speaking would be like dashing some very fragile bond to pieces, like kicking a dandelion gone to seed; the wispy, tenuous sphere of its body would scatter in the wind. So instead they stood together, the snow fluttering down from the clouds to melt into the water where their own reflected images trembled like two people trapped against the glass of a parallel world, and he reached, finally, to take her hand.

But what was family? Surely more than genes, eye color, flesh. Family was story: truth and struggle and retribution. Family was time.

true friends are those who rid us of life's burdens

Words fail us. They are like keys: they open, but they also shut. When we were small and could hardly raise ourselves from the floor, we curled our fingers around the fingers of mother and father, and we looked into their faces as they looked into ours. Where is the word for that?

He saved my life. In a way, I loved him. I love you too, Alex. You are so very much like him. I'm glad that you're here with me now.

She's the only line of continuity running through the haphazardness of my life, even though there are times when I'm not even sure if I really know her.

John had a soft spot for Yassen," he said. "He really liked him. What do you make of that? The spy and the assassin. A bit of an odd couple, I'd say…" And more than ten years later, Yassen had sacrificed himself for Alex, repaying the debt of an old friendship.

You're my closest friend and you're thousands of miles away.

Treasure your relationships, not your possessions.

I would have to say the person with whom I am most in love is definitely my son, Everly Bear. Although I'm his dad, I'm also his friend.

If you do a double act for 30 years you kind of get a psychic thing going so you know what the other person's move is and what they're going to say and kind of predict... and you can send psychic messages.

A woman's relationship with her son is psychological, emotional, even physical.

I was extremely close to my father, inseparable. Where we hung out most of the time was the pub.

I can't even say Puff and me are like brothers, 'cause we closer than that.

When you're a kid, and someone is your best friend, you almost don't need words. It's almost like puppies in a - frolicking in a garden or something. You don't articulate stuff. You just live it.

That on a romantic level, if you feel it about somebody and it's pure, it means that they do too.

I feel the grandparent-grandchild relationship is one of the most innocent and selfless ones. It is all about pure love and affection.