Quotes About Bond

PatrzÄ…c, jak beztrosko bawiÄ… siÄ™ w wodzie, Max ju? wiedziaÅ', przypuszczalnie jeszcze zanim oni oboje zaczÄ™li to sobie uÅ›wiadamia?, ?e nawiÄ…zuje siÄ™ miÄ™dzy nimi wi??, która niczym Å›lepe przeznaczenie zÅ'Ä…czy ich tego lata.

I've never had friends like those again, and I don't imagine I ever will.

Rió y en ese momento, con esa rara certeza que sólo se tiene un par de veces en la vida, supe que iba a pasar el resto de mi vida a su lado.

Remember me, Daniel, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.

Amigos?- murmuré. -Hasta que la muerte nos separe.

Friends? Till death us do part.

Viviamo nel ricordo di chi ci ama

they were not six people knit close in tight, warm threads of family, but travelers accidentally in the same motel.

Do just-friends sleep all tangled up like a bunch of baby granddaddy long-legged spiders?

Whoever said you had to share DNA with a person for them to be family had rocks for brains [...]

Honey, we're not just friends. We are family whether we share DNA or not.

Love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck

We must be the two craziest people in the world, Clint.

like him first and foremost, because that goes beyond all the rest. It's what's left when you're old and lust isn't there anymore for health reasons. It's the glue that holds a marriage together

Once a mother, always a mother, no matter the age or the era." Truer words have never been spoken.

A mother might not like her children at times, but she always loved them.

That's what Josie wanted. A love so strong that death couldn't break its bonds.

They were all kin, not by blood, but by heartstrings.

The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl. "Judy lives with us," explained Edna, the older sister.

The two women watched Judy intently as they introduced themselves as Edna and Mary Turner, great-aunts of the little girl.

He nearly always put his hand on his friend's arm and looked for a second into his face before leaving him.

Singer never knew just how much his friend understood of all the things he told him. But it did not matter.

Love of another individual opens a new relation between the personality and the world. — Carson McCullers, The Mortgaged Heart: Selected Writings (Houghton Mifflin, 1971)

Nothing lay around loose in me any more but was finished up by her.