Quotes About Bond

Ender, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know how it feels. I'm sorry, I'm your brother. I love you.

Ender had come to feel a unity so strong that the word we came to his lips much more easily than I.

The stone loves you. Don't you see it? Hasn't it shown you its love all your life?

Fools say, 'Why should we marry? Love is the only bond my lover and I need.' To them I say, 'Marriage is not a covenant between man and woman; …. Marriage is a covenant between a man and a woman on one side and the community on the other. To marry according to the law of the community is to become a full citizen; to refuse marriage is to be a stranger, a child, an outlaw, a slave, a traitor.

binding yourself to another person and to the children you make together, that's life.

She smiled and held him; her hair took the tears from his face. "Ah, Miro, I'm glad he wasn't your father. Because then I'd be your sister, and I could never hope to have you for myself.

Friendship is far more tragic than love. It lasts longer.

For one moment our lives met, our souls touched.

Oh, brothers! I don't care for brothers. My elder brother won't die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

The bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation

you will always love, and you will always be loved

Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

But I will tell you Squire that having read even a few dozen books in common is a force more binding than blood.

Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.

They came upon themselves in a mirror and he almost raised the pistol. It's us, Papa, the boy whispered. It's us.

He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.

They slept huddled together in the rank quilts in the dark and the cold. He held the boy close to him. So thin. My heart, he said. My heart.

You're not the one who has to worry about everything. The boy said something but he couldnt understand him. What? he said. He looked up, his wet and grimy face. Yes I am, he said. I am the one.

John Grady looked at the table. The paper cat stepped thin and slant among the shapes of cats thereon. He looked up again. Yessir, he said. Just me and him.

Qué harías si yo muriera? / Si tú murieras yo también querría morirme / ¿Para poder estar conmigo? / Sí. Para poder estar contigo / Vale

He'd stop and lean on the cart and the boy would go on and then stop and look back and he would raise his weeping eyes and see him standing there in the road looking back at him from some unimaginable future, glowing in that waste like a tabernacle.