Quotes About Bond

The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.

Et ces deux âmes, sÅ"urs tragiques, s'envolèrent ensemble, l'ombre de l'une mêlée à la lumière de l'autre.

Les bras d'une mère sont faits de tendresse et un doux sommeil benit l'enfant qui s'y abandonne.

And you will keep me safe and you will keep me close and rain will make the flowers grow.

Vénérons le chien. Le chien (quel drôle de bête!), a sa sueur sur sa langue et son sourire dans sa queue.

There are fathers who do not love their children; there exists no grandfather who does not adore his grandson. At

the goodness of the mother is written in the gayety of the child;

The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.

the goodness of the mother is written on the gaiety of the child.

she imagined that her mother's soul had passed into this good man and had come to live close by her.

your name is My Brother.

Ah, s? fii culcat al?turi de ea în acelaÈ™i mormânt, mân? în mân?, È™i din când în când, în întuneric, s? ne mângâiem încet un deget. VeÈ™nicia mea s-ar mulÈ›umi cu atât.

Elsa said, "You saved me, you know." "Mothers and daughters. We save each other, si?

and she smiles at me, my best friend, with her long, tangled blond hair and thick eyelashes and her smile that lights up any room. My other half. The girl who took my hand all those years ago and didn't let go until she had to.

She whispered in his ear. "Tell my sister I asked about her. We parted badly." He smiled. "I am constantly arguing with my brother, even in war. In the end, we're brothers.

She looked at Vianne, and the universe of their friendship was in her eyes - the secrets they'd shared, the promises they'd made and kept, the dreams for their children that bound them as neatly as sisters.

You couldn't control the direction of your family any more than you could stop the continental shelf from breaking apart. All you could do was hold on for the ride.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother's strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

You are of me, Loreda, in a way that can never be broken. Not by words or anger or actions or time. I love you.

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is in the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is in my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is in the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.

And there it is: the core of everything. We're sisters. We know each other intimately. Our pasts, our secrets, our fears. It is a precious gift that we tried to throw away but can't really let go of.

Even if they didn't speak of their love, or share their feelings in long, heartfelt conversations, the bond was there. Sturdy.

is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.

They had been friends in the way that only girls could be - they wore each other's clothes and slept at each other's houses and told each other every little secret. They promised to always stay friends.