Quotes About Bond

There are ties that bind more complex than blood.

Io e te. Le nostre mani s'incontrano e prende forma un mondo.

But kin is not the same as family." Raising my hand to his lips, he kissed it. "Rogier Courcel, Duc de Barthelme, is kin to me. You are family.

mothers have wept less, bidding farewell to their children. At least, mine certainly did.

I, and thou; our hands meet and a world engendered.

We're never going to forget our sister Jodie.

ALICE AND I are best friends. I've known her all my life. That is absolutely true. Our mums were in hospital at the same time when they were having us. I got born first, at six o'clock in the morning on 3 July. Alice took ages and didn't arrive until four in the afternoon. We both had a long cuddle with our mums and at night time we were tucked up next to each other in little weeny cots.

I had to cope with her right from when I was little, I looked after her and you.

Even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you'd be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved. —Jojo Moyes, One Plus One

Their love was thus seeded in the rich soil of mutual understanding.

Use your training, Maisie, your heart, your intuition, and your love for your father to forge a new, even stronger, bond.

You're a part of me...You're in my heart. Forever and always, all right? —D

Don't you know you take my heart with you everywhere you go?

With this acceptance of the candy, the marriage was agreed upon.

From the beginning of history there have been mothers, and mothers have sons.

The most important thing in life," she told me, "more important than anything else by far, is friendship.

The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other, and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.

We held each other so close that we might indeed have been one body.

For here you were, Big James, named for me—you were a big baby, I was not—here you were, to be loved. To be loved, baby, hard, at once, and forever, to strengthen you against the loveless world.

No one in the world -- in the entire world -- know more -- knows Americans better or, odd as this may sound, loves them more than the American Negro. This is because he has had to watch you, outwit you, deal with you, and bear you, and sometimes even bleed and die with you, ever since we got here, that is, since both of us, black and white, got here -- and this is a wedding. Whether I like it or not, or whether you like it or not, we are bound together forever. We are part of each other.

It seemed, then, that a lifetime would not be long enough for me to act with Joey the act of love.

He didn't like his sisters and I didn't have any brothers. And so we got to be, for each other, what the other missed.

He had been been patting his handkerchief between his palms; now he opened his handkerchief and reached out and wiped my forehead. You're all I've got, he said then, with a shy, pained grin. Be careful. Daddy, I said. And began to cry. And if speaking had been agony, this was worse and yet I could not stop. And my father's face changed. It became terribly old and at the same time absolutely helplessly young ... Don't cry, he said, don't cry.

Then, we were still. We did not move, because we could not. We held each other so close that we might indeed have been one body.