Quotes About Bond

She needed someone to worship; he needed slavish devotion. They became inseparable companions.

There's danger as well as strength in friendship.

A man holding a woman made of bad moods in his arms.

It takes two," he said after a moment. "That's why they call it coupling.

Children can be happy when their parents are miserable. But a parent is never happier than her unhappiest child.

Children can be happy when their parents are miserable. But a parent is never happier than her unhappiest child." Sunny

Because the difference between a friend and a real friend is that you and the real friend come from the same territory, of the same place deep inside you, and that means you see the world in the same kind of way. You know each other even before you do.

debe ser cierto eso de que quienes han compartido sábanas nunca se apartan del todo.

I didn't care if it was magic. I just cared that I was riding with you.

Maybe it didn't matter how he was crazy, only the fact that he was, the fact that he wanted someone to be crazy with him.

How can you make someone love you when they won't? And what if that person happens to be your mother?

From we to three. Oh, my dear, I love you so.

I will become her Gallowglass

Does not a child recognize her own mother?

I have little sister Lola, she is small and very funny.

that's what friends did. Let each other off the hook when they didn't want to talk.

Baby, you two are my girls. I'll protect you. I'll protect you both.

People like to think on marriage or love as something that weighs you down. Holds you back. Marriage is an anchor, but in the best ways it can be said.

Someone isn't your family simply because they contributed to your DNA. Family is how you act.

hi, puppy." she's not a puppy. She's a girl," Nancy's mother says. Nancy pats me and says, "Good puppy. Nice puppy." When he mother bends down to pull her away, she wraps both arms around my legs and wails. "No! My puppy!

Yes,Addie,you're my girl.You'll be my girl forever.

I often get a particular wrinkled-nose look from Mom: mild revulsion mixed with fondness, as if she can't quite believe she made me, this large, sometimes stinky, always untidy boy who double dips and chugs orange juice out of the carton even though she begs me not to.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

Suddenly it is not she who needs me, but I who need her. Don't ask me to explain, I can't. I can. We are creatures who must give comfort. We ache to give comfort, to heal what hurts. The colic is making me a mother.