Quotes About Family

Well, din-din's nearly ready

Differences, eternal differences, planted by God in a single family, so that there may always be colour; sorrow perhaps, but colour in the daily grey.

There was no common topic. Mrs. Wilcox, whose life had been spent in the service of husband and sons, had little to say to strangers who had never shared it, and whose age was half her own. Clever talk alarmed her, and withered her delicate imaginings; it was the social counterpart of a motor-car, all jerks, and she was a wisp of hay, a flower.

i never knew anyone so relentless to his ancestors - you make up for your soapiness toward the living

Nah,' I tell her after a while. 'He is more like a brother, you know?' The good kind. The kind with the purple teeth.

I shrug, and then we sit awhile without saying anything. Then he goes, 'Where'd you learn to fight like that, anyway?' I start to shrug again, and then I stop. 'I guess from my dad,' I say, which, really, is the truth.

He apologized when I was twelve. He was crying. I don't like to remember that. I like to remember the time he spelled and defined 'metamorphosis' when my mama was clean. He used her as an example, and he was chewing on the Popsicle stick left over from our lunch that day. When he smiled, his teeth were mad purple.

Who has not seen a frail, clinging-vine type of woman, who upon the death of her husband strainghtens up and becomes an oak, around which the growing children twine their lives, and are forever greatful for such a mother? But this strength would never have come out and developed had it not been for the tears that watered the vine and made it into an oak.

Raising children is like making biscuits: it is as easy to raise a big batch as one, while you have your hands in the dough.

When I was a kid and got in trouble, I'd always say, Mom, I'm in trouble. Well, Mom, I'm in trouble.

The story of my boyhood and that of my brothers is important only because it could happen in any American family. It did, and will again.

Home, nowadays, is a place where part of the family waits till the rest of the family brings the car back.

You can say this for ready-mixes — the next generation isn't going to have any trouble making pies exactly like mother used to make.

He saw each of his daughters, part of himself. And he remembered what Judith had said: 'You will live on in our children's lives.' And he began to get glimmerings of a new immortality, made up of generations, an endless succession of other lives extending into the future.

It's hard to keep up with your children,' he said. 'It means keeping up with everything new. And you stay in your rut and then it's too late. Before you know it you are old.

He had thought of childhood as something intimate and pure, inside his home, his family. Instead of that, in Deborah's school he had been disturbed and thrilled by the presence all around him of something wild, barbaric, dark, compounded of the city streets, of surging crowds, of rushing feet, of turmoil, filth, disease and death, of poverty and vice and crime.

When the women get the vote, we'll spend more money on the children.

alara, sen neleri terk ettin annen gibi yenilmek için? biz ne zaman annemiz gibi olduk? asl?nda babam?z olan o adamlar? nas?l bulduk? yenildi?imiz bir maç?n rövan?? bu, alara dikkatli ol. o adamlarda baban? öldürebildin mi? ihtimal öldüremedin. yenildin

Kokusunu çoktan unuttu?um bir zaman diliminde bile, ken­dini parma??n a?z?na as?l? an?ms?yorsan, öykü ba?lam??t?r. öykü, annenin sümerce bir yenilgi yaz?t? olmas?d?r. baba, her zaman oldu?u gibi karanl?k bir kap? aral???, dikenli bir kilit sesi. o içeri girdi?inde, sen art?k hep d??ardas?n.

Raising kids is part joy and part guerilla warfare.

Raising kids is part joy and part guerrilla warfare.

Revenge. That's what he had come for... But it didn't really exist, did it? Just empty regret and bitter heartbreak, wandering the streets. The city around him, white and grey and cold, felt suddenly so small. Hyde had been right about family, there was no escaping it... Even when there was no one left to run from.

Bill's" wife became a Mormon after they had been happily married for years and had several children. When he wouldn't convert to Mormonism, the local LDS leaders assisted "Diane" in divorcing and relocating in Utah, where she was quickly married to a "righteous" LDS widower. When attempts by both the husband and Diane's family were made to see the missing children, the LDS family disappeared to Alaska.

Even if it all ultimately means nothing, you've got to play the game not only for yourself but for the people you love.