Together Quotes

“We are all tapestries, woven of the world. We are lifelines interlacing, yarn of many sources swirled. In our pattern there is purpose. In our softness , strength abides. Warmth and beauty still unfolding, growing, as the shuttle glides...”
― Katey Howes, Woven of the World

“Rhysand dropped onto the couch beside me at least, loosing a breath. His eyes slid to me. 'If you want to go, then you go, Feyre.'

If I hadn't been already in love with him, I might have loved him for that- for not insisting I stay, even if it drove his instincts mad, for not locking me away in the aftermath of what had happened yesterday.

And I realised- I realised how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.

Rhys's eyes darkened, and I knew he read what I thought, felt. 'You might be my mate,' he said, 'but you remain your own person. You decide your fate- your choices. Not me. You chose yesterday. You choose every day. Forever.'

And maybe he only understood because he, too, had been helpless and without choices, had been forced to do such horrible things, and locked up. I threaded my fingers through his and squeezed. Together- together we'd find our peace, our future. Together we'd fight for it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“The way you held me.
It’s what held me together.”
― Bernardo Moya, A Man Evolving: Confessions about monogamy, passion and broken hearts.

“Whatever happens, we'll face it together.”
― Kami Garcia, Teen Titans: Robin

“But you also have to see that love is so precious. Isn’t it nice to know that there’s someone who wants what’s best for you, no matter what?”
― Grace Palmer, No Home Like Nantucket

“I started telling people different stories about my life so that when they get together and gossip about me, they wind up bickering.”
― Genereux Philip

“All we can do is pray everything turns out right. Until then, we need to stick together.”
― Aegelis, X Captain Ruik's Adventure

“Nesta surged to her feet, staggering across the clearing, blood at her mouth from where he'd hit her, and threw herself to her knees before Cassian. 'Get up,' she sobbed, hauling at his shoulder. 'Get up.'

He tried- and failed.

'You're too heavy,' she pleaded, but still tried to raise him, fingers scrabbling in his black, bloodied armour. 'I can't- he's coming-'

'Go,' Cassian groaned.

Her powers had stopped hurling the king across the forest. He now stalked toward them, brushing off splinters and leaves from his jacket- taking his time. Knowing she would not leave. Savouring the awaiting slaughter.

Nesta gritted her teeth, trying to haul Cassian up once more. A broken sound of pain ripped from him. 'Go!' he barked at her.

'I can't,' she breathed, voice breaking. 'I can't.'

The same words Rhys had given him.

Cassian grunted in pain, but lifted his bloodied hands- to cup her face. 'I have no regrets in my life, but this.' HIs voice shook with every word. 'That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.'

She didn't stop him as he leaned up and kissed her- lightly. As much as he could manage.

Cassian said softly, brushing away the tear that streaked down her face. 'I will find you again in the next world- the next life. And we will have that time. I promise.'

The King of Hybern stepped into that clearing, dark power wafting from his fingertips.

And even the Cauldron seemed to pause in surprise- surprise or some... feeling as Nesta looked at the king with death twining around his hands, then down at Cassian.

And covered Cassian's body with her own.

Cassian went still- then his hand slid over her back.

Together. They'd go together.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“To be together honestly and sincerely matters.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“We spend prolonged periods in pubs and restaurants after all, whiling away the hours with friends, waiting in vain for the weather to ease.
Our homes become a natural extension of these convivial spaces: warm and open to guests.
Spending so much time indoors with other people, perhaps over an alcoholic drink, encourages conversation, arguments and resolutions.
It fills us up with more knowledge - or at least allows us to realise there are other opinions aside from our own.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Coorie is to feel included, warm and cosy. For reading a book together or telling stories. Fire on, as well.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“I'm not letting you go into that room alone. Not if that thing wants to play.'

'I don't think we have a choice.'

He squeezed her hard calluses rubbing against her own. 'You lead, I'll follow.'

'What if my presence would go unnoticed, but yours sets off a trap? We can't risk that.'

His throat bobbed. 'I can't risk you.'

The words slammed into her heart. 'I... You can. You have to.' Before he could further object, she said, 'You are training me to be a warrior. Yet you'd keep me from danger? How is that any better than a caged animal?'

The words must have stuck something in him. 'All right.' Cassian unbuckled the great sword he'd carried for her. He looped it around her middle, its weight considerable. She adjusted her balance. 'We try it your way. And at the first sign of something wrong, we leave.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Here we’re together. Here we’re alive. And we respond with gratitude.”
― Andrew Root, Blair D. Bertrand

“Time is togetherness.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat

“I have found that my tiny church, St. Andrew Presbyterian, has given me a shape to work against--a darning egg--for the last thirty years, what with all these holes. We have a choir of eight people who open their mouths, and a huge sound comes out, a mix of joy, pain, faith and conversational exposition. Spirit rises and falls in the voices, the choir's and ours.

The singing is full-throated and clear, like the sound your finger makes when you run it around the rim of a crystal glass. It is like African singing where people call from various spots and create one sound. Twenty minutes after the first cave children started kicking around the first improvised balls, people started singing. Half an hour later, they found harmonies.

Even with a couple of exceptional singers in the choir, you hear a solid spirit of song, rather than how individuals personally embellish it. The rising and falling is like all of us leaning forward together, then leaning backward on our heels, then coming forward together again. Spirit flows, and the sounds keep stirring that spirit, as the breezes from the high open windows above us keep stirring the air.

Sometimes the pianist hits a few false notes, or the soloist warbles, and some of us sing along enthusiastically in the wrong key and the old people's voices dim. But we all keep singing, a mix of magnificence and plainsong that is beautiful, and the hymn plays on.”
― Anne Lamott, Stitches: A Handbook on Meaning, Hope and Repair by Anne Lamott

“I refuse to leave you here.'

Emerie's pained face told Nesta enough: she understood. Saw the logic.

Nesta said to Gwyn. 'It is the only way.'

Gwyn screamed. 'IT IS NOT THE ONLY WAY!' And then she was sobbing. 'I will not abandon you to them. They will kill you.'

'You need to go,' Nesta said, even as her hands began shaking. 'Now.'

'No,' Gwyn wept. 'No, I won't. I'll face it with you.'

Something deep in Nesta's chest cracked. Cracked open completely, and what lay within bloomed, full and bright and pure.

She wrapped her arms around Gwyn. Let her friend sob into her chest. 'I'll face it with you,' Gwyn whispered, over and over again. 'Promise me we'll face it together.'

Nesta couldn't stop her tears. The chill wind froze them on her cheeks. 'I promise,' she breathed, stroking Gwyn's matted hair. 'I promise.'

Gwyn sobbed, and Nesta let herself sob with her, squeezing her tightly. Letting her stroking hand come to rest on Gwyn's neck.

A pinch in the right spot, exactly on the pressure point Cassian had shown her, and it was done.

Gwyn went down. Unconscious.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Coorie camping gives life to experimentation.
Recipes cobbled together with what's left in our packs are part of the fun.
Have you ever eaten a griddled cheese toastie in the woods for breakfast?
The excitement is in the preparation; someone firing up the kettle for a round of coffees, someone else getting the table (an upturned log) ready while the chef eases the sandwiches over, molten goo seeping from the sides and filling the air with the smell of roasted cheese.
The radio might be on low, but more likely everyone is waking up slowly, listening to the sounds of the woods and working together to create a greater good.
It's not what you'd eat at home.
Any sense of a schedule is left behind and the experience is richer for it.
Told you a griddle pan was the key to happiness.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Coorie believes in looking out for ways to make the most of what's around us, creating coorie on the cheap is easy.
An added bonus of many of these coorie activities is that they force us to slow down and ask deeper questions about where we are going and where we have been.
They also encourage collaboration, whether that's spending time with our nieces and nephews baking cakes, taking our dogs for a walk, combing the beach for shells or chatting to older generations about the history of our country.
There are countless ways to embody coorie into your days at work, days off, nights in the city and nights out in the wild.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Togetherness is not a destination, togetherness is the journey.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat

“Sonnet 1147

Only way to grow together as a couple,
is to nourish each other's individual growth.
Only way to grow together as a society,
is to empower each other's personal growth.

Learn from Manu, Majnun, Vyas and M.A.S.H,
Absorb all good like an eager sponge.
Tradition of tribe has outstayed its welcome,
Now outgrow the fences across fearful hunch.

Na desi, na videsi,
Banna hai to bano visvadesi.
Bohot aye despar marnevaale,
Des ke par chalo sudhare
insani zindagi.

Ni local, ni extranjero,
Simplemente seamos humano.
Más allá de la patria,
más allá de la muerte,
Vivamos como un planeta pueblo.

Ni obediente, ni opresivo -
Luchando por igualdad seremos humano.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Visvavictor: Kanima Akiyor Kainat

“My ex never stopped dating after we met. It was a big secret of hers during the time we were together. I had my suspicions about her infidelities for many years and when I could prove it, I left.”
― Steven Magee

“The High One is with us, no matter how far we go. He brought us all together for His purpose. We're always going to be a family, no matter what happens in the space between us.”
― Stefanie Lozinski, Manifest

“Distance is but a myth,
a sign of love's absence -
Be drunk in love, and lo,
all distance disappears.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown

“Together we are creator, divided we are disaster.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yarasistan: My Wounds, My Crown

“I have a terrible feeling, it is as though a very dark shadow is growing over us all. It is everybody's duty - our own whims and politics aside - to do what is right for the world. Is it not?”
― R.P. Jones, Evolution

“When is the appointment?
Do you want to come with me?
She sounded surprised.
When are you going to realize that you're not alone, Lex? That we're in this together?”
― Joss Wood, Lone Star Reunion

“Should you be gone, I think of others not,
my mind in, like a wife, your spot,
when you’re here, I feel you close,
since one we are, elan of, you just give me dose;
when we are together, the world is for us,
each-other to gaze at, true rapture feeling, plus;
when we’re gone, the world will still be here,
love there will still be, yet others with, that’s clear…”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“Rand managed a weak smile. Of all things he might want to think about right then, the Mayor's daughter was far down the list. He did not need any more confusion. For the past year she had been making him increasingly jittery whenever they were together. Worse, she did not even seem to be aware of it. No, he certainly did not want to add Egwene to his thoughts.”
― Robert Jordan, The Eye of the World

“Love on your Tribe; whether that is one person or ten.”
― Robin S. Baker

“But until then?' He stepped into me, causing my breath to snag. 'I am honoured that you are standing beside me now.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire