Quotes About Family

It won't do a bit of good, Jo. My eye is on you, so mind what you do, or I'll come and bring you home.

to the great delight of two ducks, four cats, five hens and half a dozen Irish children; for they were out of the city for now.

There was no answer except her sister's cheek against her own, not even tears, for when most deeply moved, Jo did not cry.

It was all over by nine o'clock and with good night kisses for everyone, the little girls climbed up to bed laden with treasures and too happy for many words. But as they tied their round caps Dolly said, thoughtfully: "On the whole, I think it's rather nice to be poor when people are kind to you.

I am not a young lady, and it's only a step. Take care of yourself, won't you? Yes, but you will come again, I hope? If you promise to come and see us after you are well. I will. Good night, Laurie! Good night, Jo, good night! When all the afternoon's adventures had been told, the family felt inclined to go visiting in a body

I want my daughters to be beautiful, accomplished, and good; to be admired, loved and respected; to have a happy youth, to be well and wisely married, and to lead useful, pleasant lives, with as little care and sorrow to try and find them as God sees fit to send. To be loved, and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing which can be to a woman; and I sincerely hope my girls may know this beautiful experience.

The Old-Fashioned Girl is not intended as a perfect model, but as a possible improvement upon [Page] the Girl of the Period, who seems sorrowfully ignorant or ashamed of the good old fashions which make woman truly beautiful and honored, and, through her, render home what it should be,-a happy place, where parents and children, brothers and sisters, learn to love and know and help one another.

Why, you know I don't mind hard jobs much, and there must always be one scrub in a family. Amy is splendid in fine works and I'm not, but I feel in my element when all the carpets are to be taken up, or half the family fall sick at once. Amy is distinguishing herself abroad, but if anything is amiss at home, I'm your man.

Jo leaned down to kiss the tranquil face, and with that silent kiss, she dedicated herself soul and body to Beth.

I could never love anyone as I love my sisters.

There is something of a congruence here between my grandfather's terror propelling him across an ocean to America and mine and my husband's rushing us into a three-room apartment in Jersey City. In fact, each of my moves is remotely connected to feeling my life or well-being was threatened.

suicide kills many more than the individual involved – that's why people only do it if their pain is so terrible it blinds them to the pain they are inflicting on the people they love.

The story comes around, pushing at our brains, and soon we are trying to ravel back to the beginning, trying to put families into order and make sense of things. But we start with one person, and soon another and another follows, and still another, until we are lost in the connections.

There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.

Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.

Can you stop your mother from singing to you? Who would do such a thing?

The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones. Our pulse is set to theirs, and as always on a weekend afternoon we were waiting for my mother to start us ticking away on the evening.

it's grandma food, 'bad for the arteries but good for the heart.

Add there was that moment when my mother and father walked in the door disguised as old people. I thought the miles in the car had bent them, dulled their eyes, even grayed and whitened their hair and caused their hands and voices to tremble. At the same time, I found, as I rose form the chair, I'd gotten old along with them.

The Morgans were never litigious.

As Eliza's strength declined, John grew more solicitous.

Never resigned to his father's desertion and always fearing press exposure of his bigamy, John was still trying to lure his seventy-one-year-old father back to Eliza and away from the sinful second marriage.

Faced with his son's dizzying wealth, he must have sometimes pondered whether to throw off his disguise and resume his Rockefeller identity.