Quotes About Family

MidÅ'n egy napon gyermeki duzzogásomban meggondolatlanul letéptem kishúgom fülét, anyám korholó szava - Meglepsz, fiam! - annyira szíven ütött, hogy egész éjszaka sírva, álmatlanul hánykolódtam ágyamban, majd anyám lábához vetettem magam, s így kértem bocsánatát: - Ne haragudj, édesanyám, hogy meglepetést okoztam neked!

1872-ben egy júniusi reggelen meggyilkoltam atyámat - ez még a házasságom elÅ'tti idÅ'ben történt, mikor szüleimmel együtt éltem Wisconsin der?s ege alatt -, és mondhatom, az eset mély nyomokat hagyott bennem.

His virtues were so conspicuous that his enemies, unable to overlook them, denied them, and his friends, to whose loose lives they were a rebuke, represented them as vices. They are here commemorated by his family, who shared them. In

He wrote with terrible rapidity, the twig in his fingers rilling blood without renewal; but in the middle of a sentence his hands denied their service to his will, his arms fell to his sides, the book to the earth; and powerless to move or cry out, he found himself staring into the sharply drawn face and blank, dead eyes of his own mother, standing white and silent in the garments of the grave!

Like a plant that has struck its root into some poisonous mineral, my poor uncle was dying slowly upward.

My cousin tried to kill me today, he said. He realized that his voice held an edge of hysteria. She nearly succeeded. But I guess that's fair, since I was trying to kill her at the time.

Days and weeks and years. My brother never returned last night. Days and weeks and years. How long until their assassins find me? Danica Shardae Heir to the Tuuli Thea

Excuse me." The cold voice behind us made me cringe for reasons that had nothing to do with falcons or Rei's abdication. Danica turned with a smile, and I struggled to do the same. Despite how well the recent months had gone, Nacola Shardae still refused to believe that a serpiente man could possibly be the right mate for her only daughter. Because of that, she hated me as only a mother could.

Mama stared at me not with sadness, but with pleading. She was thinner than I'd ever allowed myself to notice, looking more like a child than a woman. I wanted to believe she knew what was best for me. I wanted to believe she was like every other mother and that she loved me more than I loved her. I hoped, if I followed her wishes, I would finally make her happy.

Aunt Fran lowered her voice. Her cold is just the start of a greater sickness. These 'stories,' as you call them, will only lead her to more pain. Fran, talk plain, will you? I'm talking about derangement. Don't be silly! She wispered. And deviant behaviours.

There's something uncomfortable about looking at pictures of your parents at a time when they made each other happy.

I spent half my childhood in the shadows. Hiding from my father or my brother. Creeping from a place of solitude to another. Seeing while unseen, and pretending I was a part of what I saw. Making up a life where I wasn't an outcast.

Gratitude and resentment are brothers eternal,

So the fox killed his brother, the wolf. (Mother Scaer)

When the best you can get from your wife's father is that he won't help to kill you, it doesn't take a clever man to see you're in shit to your chin.

Suddenly he felt that there had been so much he needed to say to his father. He had always supposed they would discuss the important things later. The profound things. But it would never happen. There had only been a fixed time in his presence, and Orso had pissed it all away talking about the weather, and there would be no more.

Gratitude and resentment are brothers eternal, after all.

You don't pick your family, you take what you're given and you make the best of it.

Reassuring lies had always been the glue that held his family together, after all.

He was not sure what he had been expecting. Outstanding beauty, or stunning grace, or something that struck him instantly to the heart. But Ankran's family were an ordinary-looking pair. Most people are, of course, to those that don't know them.

The wagon's wheels squealed, the cargo rattled, the straining crew bellowed at one another. Then Koll said, quietly, "Are you my brother, then?" "Guess so. If you'll have me." "Reckon I could do worse." The lad shrugged, as if it didn't matter much either way. But Brand got the feeling it did.

That's the most wounding betrayal of all. The one by your own flesh. Live long enough, you see everything ruined.

Being a parent means always being afraid. Afraid for your children. Afraid of your children.

north by north, that's what the forest told me. There's a place up in the mountains, a place well loved by the moon. A strong valley, and watched over by the dead of my family, and the dead of my people, and the dead of the mountains, all the way back until when the world was made.