Quotes About Family

The aunts are so old it's impossible to tell their age. Their hair is white and their spines are crooked. They wear long black skirts and laced leather boots. Though they haven't left Massachusetts in more than forty years, they're certainly not intimidated by travel. Or anything else, for that matter. They know what they want and they're not afraid to be outspoken.

That's good luck, Aunt Jet says when their electricity goes as well. We'll be the light in the darkness.

I'll know that sometimes those who love you best are the ones who leave you behind.

there was the sort of civility that was far worse than yelling and screaming. It was a cold curtain of mistrust. When people related by blood were so careful with each other, when they were so very polite, there was soon nothing left to say. Only niceties that meant so little they might as well have been spoken to a complete stranger. Pass the butter, open the door, see you after school, there's rain again

I wrote Seventh Heaven for my mother who I miss every day From Facebook post

Oh, how Vincent wished he could tell his sisters how unexpected everything was. He wished they could sit down at the table, today, in the sunlight, so that he could tell them everything. Once, a long time ago, before we knew who we were, we thought we wanted to be like everyone else. How lucky to be exactly who we were.

How can he do this to you?" Shelby says of her father. "I don't care, I have you," Sue says. Shelby says nothing. The fact that she's the high point of someone's life is pathetic. She's probably never loved her mother more than she does at this moment. Maybe she didn't even know what love was before today.

Shelby loves Maravelle; she wishes she could spend the night in Valley Stream, but being with Maravelle and her mother would only make her sadder. She doesn't have a mother anymore. There's no one to whom she's the most important person in the world.

Would you like to have a brother? By now Melek knew much of our language. I would like to have you, he told me. I laughed, but the laughter sounded sharp, like a rock against the both of us, or an arrow, one that could indeed pierce through flesh. I know I can't. So instead I'll have a brother.

She thought she still had a child as a daughter, but she had something entirely different, someone who had turned thirteen.

He thought about where it was people went when they died, & how when he squinted he could see Cody, racing back & forth, barking, how his father seemed to stand right there on the riverbank, turning back the bees, closer than he'd ever been before.

When your father doesn't love you, a stone forms inside of you, hard and sharp enough to pierce through bone.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she?

It was possible, Richard knew, to be away from home too long, to forget all the things you once knew by heart. He didn't want just his father, he wanted the boy he used to be, someone who could be comforted by the sound of his parents talking in the next room, someone who refused to come into the house for supper until after dusk because that was the hour when deer mysteriously appeared in the driveway.

Sometime after the accident, her parents stopped talking to each other unless they needed to discuss a household chore or a doctor's appointment. It's true, tragedy can bring you closer or drive you apart.

Às vezes, você não sabe como tem sorte na vida até que o tempo tenha passado. Sally tinha vontade de se sentar com as filhas e dizer: Não percam um só instante, mas aquilo não serviria de nada. A pessoa tinha que viver a vida antes de ver sentido nisso.

Ela ouviu a mãe dizendo que nunca perdemos as pessoas que amamos, não importa o que possa acontecer. Apesar da maldição, apesar das perdas que podemos ter de suportar, ela sabia agora que o amor era a única coisa que durava para sempre. Ele estava dentro de você e ficava com você por toda a eternidade.

Não há quem possa brigar com tanta ferocidade quanto uma mãe e uma filha, mas ninguém que possa perdoar tão completamente.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she?

I don't think I'm the smart sister, Isabel said. You are, Sophie told her. You just have a lot to learn.

I no longer cared if my mother disliked me. I didn't understand that when I closed myself to her, I took a part of her bitterness inside me. It was green and unforgiving, and as it grew it made me more like her. It gave me my strength, but it gave me my weakness as well.

There are those who insist that mothers are born with love for their children and place them before all other things, including their own needs and desires. This was not the case with us.

She had ruined my father's life, and mine, and she didn't seem to notice. She was the sort of person who saw only herself and her shadow, and the rest of us disappeared in the bright sunlight.

She acted as though I were a stranger when I appeared. "Did you want something?" she would ask. Yes, I felt like saying. A mother.