Quotes About Bond

Natalie was buried in the family plot, next to a gravestone that already bore her parents' names. I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it's the only way to truly keep your child. Kid grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood?

To know exactly what I wanted to hear in those notes, to woo me back to her, even to predict all my wrong moves … the woman knew me cold. Better than anyone in the world, she knew me. All this time I'd thought we were strangers, and it turned out we knew each other intuitively, in our bones, in our blood.

You're so hateful. - I learned at your feet.

inside joke is like a symbol of friendship without having to do the work required of an actual friendship. So

An inside joke is like a symbol of friendship without having to do the work required of an actual friendship.

Remember that game you always played with Mom when we were little: Would you still love me if? Would you still love me if I smacked Go? Would you still love me if I robbed a bank? Would you still love me if I killed someone?' I said nothing. My breath was coming too fast. 'I would still love you,' Go said. 'Go, do you really need me to say it?' She stayed silent. 'I did not kill Amy.' She stayed silent. 'Do you believe me?' I asked. 'I love you.

I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it's the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.

Go and I had a game inspired by our mom, who had a habit of telling such outrageously mundane, endless stories that Go was positive she had to be secretly fucking with us. For about ten years now, whenever Go and I hit a conversation lull, one of us would break in with a story about appliance repair or coupon fulfillment.

Natalie was buried in the family plot, next to a gravestone that already bore her parents' names. I know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it's the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.

I know a little bit about trying to do the right thing and fucking up completely. I added. You talking about mom? Ben said I was talking about me. You could have been talking about all of us. Ben pressed his hand against the glass and my brother and I matched palms.

Best friends are the people who know us best.

The little brown house was my father's house, which was actually blue, but Amy was making another inside joke. I'd always liked our inside jokes the best – they made me feel more connected to Amy than any amount of confessional truth-telling or passionate lovemaking or talk-till-sunrising.

You just want an excuse to stay," she whispered. "You two, you're fucking addicted to each other. You are literally going to be a nuclear family, you do know that? You will explode.

Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be know by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase?

know the wisdom, that no parents should see their child die, that such an event is like nature spun backward. But it's the only way to truly keep your child. Kids grow up, they forge more potent allegiances. They find a spouse or a lover. They will not be buried with you. The Keenes, however, will remain the purest form of family. Underground.

isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn't that the simple magic phrase? So

No soldier likes the thought of losing his best friend and favorite toy.

I guess each of us, at some time, finds one person with whom we are compelled toward absolute honesty, one person whose good opinion of us becomes a substitute for the broader opinion of the world.

Even Brownie had a comment, a small doggie whimper. She leaned against the outside of my right thigh. Yeah. I started scratching ears. Those beasts have selectively bred us for thousands of years.

Maybe propinquity was counterproductive. *

Etta and Mattie went way back, a singular term that claimed co-knowledge of all the important events in their lives and almost all of the unimportant ones.

Amy hugged Sinead, and Dan scratched Saladin. Later, Saladin. Take it easy on Kabra. On second thought, don't.

He was the only parent I'll ever have.