Quotes About Bond

We're like two peas in a pod""Pity the pod

Love is what you've been through with somebody

We being round thee, forget to die.

It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons. —SCHILLER

Nos miramos durante un largo y extraño momento que nunca he olvidado, como dos animales que se encuentran al atardecer, y de sus ojos pareció brotar una clara chispa de simpatía; vi la criatura que era en realidad y creo que él también me vio. Por un instante estuvimos conectados como dos motores del mismo circuito.

is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons. —SCHILLER

There is no one left; none but all of us.

When you have worked with them, when you have lived with them, you do not have to wonder how they feel, because you feel it yourself.

Twenty years after we had left so fierce and proud, we were all right back where we had started, yoked to each other and the same old drama.

Once I was born, her hopes had turned and I had climbed up her life like a flower reaching for the sun

My dear, my dear,' said Kate, but to herself. 'I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.

Before God, you are my soul; and till death and beyond, will remain so.

Very soon afterward, Tom Erskine found her, and in five minutes, during which her heart in its cold cage took wearily to itself a new, lifelong burden of protective and fond understanding, Christian Stewart became his affianced wife.

All the linear delicacy of the boy he had once been stood exposed now in the still, blindfolded face of her son. The clinging yellow hair, orderly on the white linen, was the same silk that had veiled her rings when she had smoothed his pillow in childhood; the cheekbone under the bandage had once, fresh and firm, been pressed to her own; the beautiful hands, lying loose on the damask, belonged to him and also to another man, whom she had placed before all others, and always would.

How about that, my own brother, my own bright light, thou Igor?

I called you sister," he said. "Was I right?" "Yes," said Marthe. And hesitating: "What made you sure?" "The luggage of poetry you carry," said Francis Crawford; and far down in the tired eyes the smile lingered still. "Your other burdens I can also share.

Francis.… You are St Mary's. You and no other. It sounds trite, but it is precisely true. I don't know your secret. There is no spiritual bond between you and your company: no common faith, no rites, no rules of chivalry. How is it done?' 'Charm of personality,' said Lymond. 'Allied to a generous wage scale.

And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover for you in return.

I am reminded that no matter how hard you try, you can never be more than twelve years old with your parents.

He said, A ring is a halo for your finger. From now on, we no longer cast two shadows, we cast one.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?

What is pleasanter than the tie of host and guest?

A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path. -The Last Seance (from The Hound of Death and Other Stories, also Double Sin and Other Stories)