Quotes About Bond

We must all sleep alone in the tomb, my love, but in life we are joined as one flesh - as our children attest.

I will never go beyond the love I have for you

No podrías estar más cerca de mi corazón que ahora.

Now isn't that nice!' said the old lady. 'If cousins are the right kind, they're best of all: kinder than sisters and brothers, and closer than friends.

It is ironic that the very ties that bind a husband and wife in theory- home and family- often serve to separate them in fact.

Your friends are a reflection of you.

When I take you on board the Witch, it's going to be for keeps.

The two boys stood and looked at each other. There was no amusement and no scorn in Attean's eyes. How very strange, Matt thought. After all the brave deeds he had dreamed of doing to win this boy's respect, he had gained it at last by doing nothing, just by staying here and refusing to leave.

She felt for the first time in her life, a sense of likeness with another human creature, and a sense of safety, not so much physical safety as the safety of understanding that comes between those who are two of a sort.

He was her mate, her fairy lover, her perfect complement. She could not analyze her feelings but she knew that she loved him with her whole heart and soul and would until she died.

And so on that stormy autumn evening Sophie Le Patourel took the lives of William and Marianne and Marguerite and knotted them together forever.

With me, it had always been easier to fall. Now my sister...well she was the climber. She could climb a mountain while I could fall from 10 feet with my eyes closed. We were so much alike sometimes I swore I could read her mind, she was after all my twin.

Das schönste an einer Freundschaft ist,' sagte sie, 'zu tun, wozu man Lust hat, ohne mit dem anderen reden zu müssen.

I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own.

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away." "If you run away," said his mother, "I will run after you. For you are my little bunny.

My mother's favorite cats were male and nervous and needed her. "Come to Mommy," my mother would say to one of them. "Yes, I love you, too." "You are not that cat's mother," I said, sitting on the sofa during a visit. "Don't listen to her," said my mother.

She was a clock, I could tell by the ticking in her wrist. (I'd secretly slipped my thumb down, to feel her pulse as we danced. It was perfectly steady and wreaking havoc with mine.) I could keep time by you, I thought.

For instance, it is a scientific fact that she shares his genes. We live in his house, among his possessions. And in every way his the one who brought her to me, which is one of reasons I love her-though much to my misanthropic amazement, not the only reason. He was my one, true husband and love, and he would have loved her best....

She has always wanted you as a mate, Owen.

I have. You. For Life. Bonded. Not Bonded. Fuck the details. I just want to be with you, Clare.

you're my first born child, and the person who first showed me the miracle of this love a mother has for her child.

Like sisters throughout time, whatever battles raged between them, it was always, always, all four of them against the rest of the world.

I don't think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn't someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven't, I claim the credit myself.)

You're his lobster. Or swan, Or penguin. The Spock to his Kirk