Quotes About Bond

Jody picked his way downhill along Highway 22, Worthy trotting along beside him on an improvised rope leash. Jody didn't like the rope. It looked shabby, and the last thing he wanted was to mark the dog's value that way.

That's the lovely thing about having an animal. You might not want to get up for your own sake, but you will bring yourself to do it for them.

we are bound by a common love, a stronger bond now, as it extends to a common loss.

I love my brother Robbie, but not enough to save him. I love my sister Katie, but I've learned to do it from a distance. This is how we grow. Have you noticed that? This is what we call loving each other. No wonder we have wars.

Sons get bigger and bigger and turn into grownups, but you still call them your son.

That's the thing about mothers. If you're close, you don't want to lose that closeness, though I don't know from personal experience. If you're not, you harbor this little thread of hope that you will be someday, and you don't want to be told you've just run out of time.

I said, "You know, Pat, you're more like my mother than my mother is." She said, "Well, it works like that sometimes. Blood family, that's something we get dealt. Sometimes we get a bad hand. Not much way around it. You just have to grow up and get more family. The kind you get to pick out yourself.

A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

That's what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It's practically what they're for.

And then she felt her Ell's great strong presence beside her, and Saturday slipped his hand in hers. Oh. Oh . They would not abandon her. Of course, they would not. How silly she had been. They were her friends—they had always been. Friends can go odd on you and do things you don't like, but that doesn't make them strangers.

As all mothers know, children travel faster than kisses. The speed of kisses is, in fact, what Doctor Fallow would call a cosmic constant. The speed of children has no limits.

Family is a transitive property.

But lost children always find each other, in the dark, in the cold. It is as though they are magnetized, and can only attract their like.

Don't worry," Marya whispered, kissing his forehead. "My old bones will follow yours soon enough.

Respect me. Be proud, and if you love me, a little afraid, because love so often looks like fear. We are alike. We are alike.

People who share a secret share a heart.

A mother's like a poison made for only one soul.

There is no end and no beginning. There is only we two, alone in the dark, for always.

Of course, one may have a number of other halves," Nor said with a grin. "We have always felt sorry for those who are forced to be only one person, forever and ever until they die. My brother and I are Neither/Nor, my sister and I are Not/Nor, and on and on the combinations go, sharing dreams and labor and life. We are halves, but we make an infinite whole.

I chose you," he said simply. "All of the fish of me turned toward you at once.

And that's how you begin to win over a child. People who share a secret share a heart.

My heart yields dividends unseen; thou art my soul's annuity.

like a man in black, she would find all this so much easier. "Ivan, you do not understand us. A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape.

Outside, it feels like there is less standing between the Creator and us. There is a lingering visceral connection we can hear and see and smell, reminders of the bond between Creator and creation, like the mountain sage crushed up in the pocket of the sweatshirt I was wearing on a short, muddy hike the other day. "In