Quotes About Family

The aunts always kept their promises, and they still do. They believe that every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.

Because we were Russian, sadness came naturally to us. But so did reading. In my family, a book was a life raft.

Jet gave the blessing from the book of poems she had given her aunt.

The doctor thought of his old horse in the field whom he missed more than he ever would have thought possible. He thought of Liza Hull kissing her baby good-bye, and of his grandson in his hospital bed, and of all the people he'd seen enter this world and those he'd helped leave it behind. He was a lucky man to be sitting beside Elinor in the garden in the last green days of May. He had loved her for so many years, he would just go on doing it, with or without

Like his father before him he had come to love being on land and spent most days in the garden, where he grew vegetables and kept bees that were known for honey that was so sweet strong men cried when they tasted it.

Now Jet could hear his voice when the wind carried as he recited a quote from Cotton Mather. Families are the Nurseries of all Societies: and the First combinations of mankind.

All I want for you is a normal life. Mother, what makes you think that's what I want?

People all over town had listened for my grandfather's cries, but there were none. Only silence.

She shuffled her feet as she was told that she had been taken in by the family as an infant, and that every family in town without a daughter adopted a girl infant or child. She was raised to inherit the laundry and the housekeeping, the cooking and the sorrow, and the kindling of the fire in the early morning when no one else would even think of getting out from beneath the mountains of blankets and quilts.

My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.

She said this world was a hole of darkness, of black light and evil and loss. But if that were true, there would never have been any bright light in our lives. My mother would never have existed, my brother would never have been such a fine man, Andres would not be waiting for me somewhere, though I didn't know where.

I had lost my mother and my father and my sister, and sometimes when I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window, I wondered if perhaps I hadn't lost myself as well

On evenings when the orange moon was rising in the sky, and some woman was crying in their kitchen, Sally and Gillian would lock pinkies and vow never to be ruled by their passions.

He wondered if what people said was true, that no one could hate you more than members of your own family.

She had told me often enough to keep my mouth shut, and now I did exactly that. I abolished all language on the day of my father's funeral.

Families are the Nurseries of all Societies: and the First combinations of mankind.

What is a daughter but good fortune, as complicated as she might be.

Our mother is too well bred to hate,' Franny said. 'She disapproves.

Cleaning up after themselves was a low priority for Margo and my mother. They had both recovered from cancer scares, failed marriages, and lost hope; in their opinion, dirt could wait.

If you're disconnected from someone for a long enough time, does blood still commit you to one another? Does history, or fate?

Sisters were sisters, after all, and if they didn't stick up for each other, who would?

The doctor thought of his old horse in the field whom he missed more than he ever would have thought possible. He thought of Liza Hull kissing her baby good-bye, and of his grandson in his hospital bed, and of all the people he'd seen enter this world and those he'd helped leave it behind. He was a lucky man to be sitting beside Elinor in the garden in the last green days of May. He had loved her for so many years, he would just go on doing it, with or without her.

Natalia refused to let go of her grandchildren. If anything, that was her philosophy. That was the reason she had slapped Claire's face. "Wake up!" she cried.

Franny was always going to be the one to break the curse. Here was her secret: she loved so deeply the depth could never be charted.