Quotes About Bond

Will you let me hug you now?" she said roughly. Her mate stretched out his massive arms. "How about I hold you instead?" As Jane leaped forward and dived into him, she countered, "It doesn't have to be one or the other.

I want us to love and respect each other forever.

You'll always be my little brother, no matter how old we are. I was trying to protect you.

I don't know where you found this girl, son, but don't let her go.

I love you. I hope you can get used to me saying that. A lot.

Ready-made family, huh?

She's coming with me.

I love you too, Drew.

Her hand gripped his, and even amid the fear and danger he marveled at the feeling that came with the contact. If we die holding hands in this way, will we enter the next dream together?

people didn't fight for grand causes or great purposes, but for the closest and most personal of reasons. They might say the fought for high ideals, but in practice they fought for the comrades beside them and their loved ones at home.

New York gets god awful cold in the winter but there's a feeling of wacky comradeship somewhere in the streets.

Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes--the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.

It was probably the pivotal point of our friendship when he realized I had actually spent some hours thinking about him and his troubles, and he was trying to place that in his tremendously involved and tormented mental categories. Something clicked in both of us.

my lion is fed, I sleep at his side.

This is the way I like it, when you get going there's just no need to talk, as if we were animals and just communicated by silent telepathy

A tremendous thing happened when Dean met Carlo Marx. Two keen minds that they are, they took to each other at the drop of a hat. Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes--the holy con-man with the shining mind, and the sorrowful poetic con-man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx.

As for my mother, there's no other like her in the world, really. Did she bear me just to have a little child to bless her heart? She got her wish.

Nunca me reprochó que le hubiera quitado a la chica; al contrario, eso siempre nos había unido aún más; era un amigo leal y me quería de verdad, Dios sabe por qué

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.

White Fang was glad to acknowledge his lordship, but it was lordship based upon superior intelligence and brute strength...There were deeps in his nature which had never been sounded. A kind word, a caressing touch of the hand, on the part of Gray Beaver, might have sounded these deeps; but Gray Beaver did not caress nor speak kind words. It was not his way.

He did not playfully shake him, as was his wont, or murmur soft love curses; but he whispered in his ear.'As you love me, Buck. As you love me,' was what he whispered. --Call of the Wild

He had a way of taking Buck's head roughly between his hands, and resting his own head upon Buck's, of shaking him back and forth, the while calling him ill names that to Buck were love names. Buck knew no greater joy than that rough embrace and the sound of murmured oaths, and at each jerk back and forth it seemed that his heart would be shaken out of his body so great was its ecstasy.

Well, Buck my boy.

Their hate bound them together as love could never bind.