Quotes About Bond

When marriages fail, it is not increasing conflict that is the cause. It is decreasing affection and emotional responsiveness

Loving connection is the only safety nature ever offers us.

Monogamy is not only possible, it is our natural state.

Instead, recognize and admit that you are emotionally attached to and dependent on your partner in much the same way that a child is on a parent for nurturing, soothing, and protection. Adult attachments may be more reciprocal and less centered on physical contact, but the nature of the emotional bond is the same.

You will learn that rejection and abandonment are danger cues that plunge us into real physical pain, that sexual infatuation and novelty are overrated, and that even the most distressed couples can repair their bond if they are guided to deal with their emotions a little differently.

Love is a continual process of seeking and losing emotional connection, and reaching out to find it again. The bond of love is a living thing. If we don't attend to it, it naturally begins to wither. In a world that is moving even faster and requiring us to juggle more and more tasks, it is a challenge to be present in the moment and to tend to out own and our partner's need for connection.

love is like a language. If you speak it, it flows more and more easily. If you don't, then you start to lose it.

He had fought for me when i needed it.And I had to fight for him when he couldn't fight for himself.Perhaps that was the meaning of friendship.Perhaps the only true one.

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?

I wondered what it was like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in the darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.

Was it the wounded places down inside people that sought each other out, that bred a kind of love between them?

And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me.

I pulled out my bag and examined my mother's picture. I wondered what it had been like to be inside her, just a curl of flesh swimming in her darkness, the quiet things that had passed between us.

I knew then that no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many jars of honey you threw, no matter how much you thought you could leave your mother behind, she would never disappear from the tender places in you.

I live in a hive of darkness, and you are my mother, I told her. You are the mother of thousands.

for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou longest, i will lodge; thy people will be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if ought but death part thee and me.

I could no more pretend I didn't have a mother than the sea could pretend it had no salt. My mother existed for me with a vengeance. Sometimes her voice would come piping through my bones and practically lift me off my feet.

and a true brass thimble. Mauma said the thimble would be mine one day. When she wasn't using it, I wore it on my fingertip like a jewel.

That was the thing mauma and I loved, our time with the quilts.

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it? Rosaleen

Years ago, your father and I adopted this piece of chain as a symbol for our marriage. The two outer links represent each of our lives and the center link, our marriage. It reminds us that we have independent lives, dreams, and journeys, but at the same time, we are joined in a center space where our lives are one. We

us captive in each other's presence, brought together in a way we haven't experienced in . . . well, forever.

May this severing not cut us apart, but bind us together.

You come from your mauma, you sleep in the bed with her till you're near twenty years grown, and you still don't know what haunches in the dark corners of her.