Quotes About Aunts

My aunts still try to fatten me up.

Women without children are also the best of mothers,often, with the patience,interest, and saving grace that the constant relationship with children cannot always sustain. I come to crave our talk and our daughters gain precious aunts. Women who are not mothering their own children have the clarity and focus to see deeply into the character of children webbed by family. A child is fortuante who feels witnessed as a peron,outside relationships with parents by another adult.

If you knew the trouble we've had because Howl will keep falling in love like this! We've had lawsuits, and suitors with swords, and mothers with rolling pins, and fathers and uncles with cudgels. And aunts. Aunts are terrible. They go for you with hat pins.

I'm a little sensitive to the subject of the deaths of aunts in my novels. Unkind critics have complained how I dispatch, or dispose of, the unlikable aunts in my fiction, but these critics never knew Aunt Abigail or Aunt Martha. Any deus ex machina device would not be too improbable for them.)

I grew up with a very big extended family, with a lot of aunts. We had about five or six houses on one street.

It [England] is a family in which the young are generally thwarted and most of the power is in the hands of irresponsible uncles and bedridden aunts.

Below this shelf are these big dinner plates on display, they're wedding china that came from Aunts Penelope and Daphne some years before Lester and Chester. They were very china-giving aunts, which was of course secret warfare because the more they gave the more you had to find some place to display the stuff. We had china in boxes in the cabins that we couldn't sell because it had to be taken out when The Aunts arrived.

Two weeks of aunts," said Papa. "That's a lot of aunts." "They'll help," said Mama. "Oh, I know that," said Papa, laughing. "They may take over.

The aunts will love this, Jacob," said Mama. "You can pick them up at the train in style." "Better than three old women on a dapple-gray horse," said Grandfather. Papa looked back over his shoulder at Jack, who sat quietly, looking at the prairie pass by. "Zeke could handle it," he said softly to Grandfather. "Not sure the aunts could," whispered Grandfather.