Quotes About Bond

I wish I had a great relationship with my mother.

Modern families are complicated things. Siblings, half siblings, stepparents, stepcousins, what have you. You can't pick who you're born to, that's for sure.

She put her head down on Libby's lap, and stared up at her eyes – which stared back down at her with a worried expression. "Hang in there, May. There's some blood, but it's not that bad. You're going to be fine." She grinned. "I'm already fine. Everything is.

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Somos amigos." "¿Amigos?" Gabriel rió sin ganas. "Claro que somos amigos, pero cualquiera que tenga dos dedos de frente se daría cuenta de que me he enamorado de ti..

He felt like a brother of mine, but not at all like my actual brother. He seemed like someone I'd always know even if I never saw him again.

Hard as I fought for it to be otherwise, finally I had to admit it too: without my mother, we weren't what we'd been; we were four people floating separately among the flotsam of our grief, connected by only the thinnest rope.

She loved us more than all the named things in the world.

Blood is thicker than water, my mother had always said when I was growing up, a sentiment I'd often disputed. But it turned out that it didn't matter whether she was right or wrong. They both flowed out of my cupped palms.

The only place I could reach her. In me.

Girlfriends come and go but, thank God, mothers don't break up with you.

A good friend will bail you out of jail. A best friend will be sitting next to you Saying, 'Damn. We fucked up.

your mother isn't always the lady that gave birth to you that you call your mum, my foster mum has brought me up and in that process I, myself have chosen to look on to her as my mum, and I wouldn't have it any other way

El amor recíproco

You are my sonshine.

Good fathers make good sons.

The heart and the gut are siblings.

But there was never child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him asleep.

Life is two-riffic with twins.

Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all,— By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.

A grandmother is a little bit parent, a little bit teacher, and a little bit best friend.

Sticks in a bundle are unbreakable.

Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush'd me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.