Quotes About Bond

I profoundly believe that the power of food has a primal place in our homes that binds us to the best bits of life.

True friendship develops not as a result of money or power but on the basis of genuine human affection.

There is only one thing that can form a bond between men, and that is gratitude... we cannot give someone else greater power over us than we have ourselves.

All things which are similar and therefore connected, are drawn to each other's power.

When we have a circle of friends, we have more fun. We get more done, we feel and are stronger, and we really do celebrate the power of our 'us.'

To my way of thinking there's something wrong, or missing, with any person who hasn't got a soft spot in their heart for an animal of some kind. With most folks the dog stands highest as man's friend, then comes the horse, with others the cat is liked best as a pet, or a monkey is fussed over; but whatever kind of animal it is a person likes, it's all hunkydory so long as there's a place in the heart for one or a few of them.

A man that don't love a horse, there is something the matter with him.

Mothers are the only race of people that speak the same tongue.

I never mewt a man I didn't like.

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el afecto es el entorno del matrimonio, el sexo es el suceso especial.

And say my glory was I had such friends.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends And say my glory was I had such friends.

What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.

You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around–and why his parents will always wave back.

I am yours, for time and eternity--time and eternity.

But blood is never left up to you, blood will call to blood. You can't deny your own kin.

What can be more clear and sound in explanation, than the love of a parent to his child?

A friend should have no cabinet in his bosom to which he allows not his friend a key.

He ran his fingers back and forth over the broad crown of the head of a coon dog named Sounder.

Family is, after all—however irritating—family.

Whenever anybody whom we love dies, we discover that although death is commonplace it is terribly original. We may have thought about it all our lives, but if it comes close to us, it is quite a new, strange thing to us, for which we are entirely unprepared. It may, perhaps, not be the bare loss so much as the strength of the bond which is broken that is the surprise, and we are debtors in a way to death for revealing something in us which ordinary life disguises.

Who hath a better friend than a cat?

There are no rules for friendship. It must be left to itself. We cannot force it any more than love.