Quotes About Family

Each of us has a family tree full of stories inside of us, Dirk thought. Each of us has a story blossoming out of us.

Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the puppies Pee Wee, Wee Wee, Teenie Wee, Tiki Tee, and Tee Pee were driving down Hollywood Boulevard on their way to the Tick Tock Tea Room for turkey platters.

I still can't talk about it," he said "Duck." Dirk touched his cheek "I remember, later, my mom trying to run into the water and I'm trying to hold her back and her hair and my tears are so bright that I'm blind. I knew she would have walked right into the ocean after him and kept going. In a way I wanted to go too.

Weetzie could not even cry and make Kleenex roses. She remembered the day her father, Charlie, had driven away in the smashed yellow T-bird, leaving her mother Brandy-Lynn clutching her flowered robe with one hand and an empty glass in the other, and leaving Weetzie holding her arms crossed over her chest that was taking its time to develope into anything

Francesca Lia Block

Your dad's dead. But you aren't, baby.

The homes of so many skeletons. People who used to fight over the last blueberry muffin at the breakfast table, get down on their knees to scrub bathroom floors, and kiss one another good night, thinking they were at least relatively safe. Now they are just dust in the debris.

Henry was right, we should have listened to him, Dad would sob.

It was another one of her father's curses:I'll make you into a freak and not let you tell anyone.

Is Nicholas—or any guy?—worth the possibility of losing my sister?

My girls," she said smiling through her tears, "my beautiful twin girls.

And her mother had only made it worse by filling up every spare minute with her own job and part-time night school.

Are you afraid no one loves you? Taryn looked serious. Because my mom says that people really do love each other. They just get confused sometimes and forget how to let each other know.

Where's Mom? I can't wait to tell her all about this." "She's going to be late. An appointment, I think." "Again?" Jessica pouted. "That makes three nights in a row! I thought mothers were supposed to stay home and fix dinner once in a while!

they still watched their diets carefully. Slim, five foot six, the sisters were both beautiful: shoulder-length, sun-streaked blond hair, flashing blue-green eyes, and perfect skin. Elizabeth was four minutes older, but they were identical right down to the tiny dimple each had in her left cheek. Although they wore the same size clothes, they never dressed alike, except for identical lavalieres that they wore on gold chains around their necks.

illness of Bep's father—bad news that makes her want to fall asleep as a release from thinking.

I heard he went home to Poughkeepsie and moved back in with his mom.

Her mother had responded in kind, and the result was "unpleasantness and misery rebounding all the time.

what-ifs went around and around in her head. What if Mama

The child chattered like a little magpie, and Angel nodded and listened. Glancing up, Angel encountered Michael's gaze. He wants children, she thought, and the thought hit her solid in the pit of her stomach. What if he knew she couldn't have them? Would his love for her die then? She couldn't hold his gaze.

Sarah and Michael shared many happy years together. On their seventh anniversary, their prayers were answered with the birth of a son, Stephen. Stephen was followed by Luke, Lydia, and Esther.

I have lived out my mother's hope and pray I have given wings to my daughter's dreams.

I love you, Dad. Your words are my lifeline. They keep me sane in an insane world. - Joshua

Never underestimate the importance of the woman who rocks the cradle.