Quotes About Family

Merrick chucked Sarah's chin and stroked her cheek. "Eyes blue as violets and hair like an angel. Your mama must be mighty pretty if she's anything like you. I'd like to see her.

Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and laughed. Look at us, quoting Scripture. Matthias loved the warmth in her eyes. My father was a preacher, but it was my mother who taught me the Bible. He tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. Never underestimate the importance of the woman who rocks the cradle.

Go ahead! Her eyes shimmered with tears. Laugh! Pulling Kathryn to her feet, he cupped her face tenderly. We will laugh, darlin', right up until we're both old and gray and have a dozen grandchildren. He kissed her firmly. The answer is yes. I'll marry you. He grinned and kissed her again.

She glared at Mama through her tears, wondering why she couldn't be thankful instead of resentful. Hildie knew what it was like to try to please Mama, never measuring up to expectations. For once, she didn't care. "Why do you have to be so mean to him?

I miss you, dad.

Homburg Molly is my daughter, Homburg Molly is my daughter.

I am more powerful than that disgustingly well-intenioned niece of mine! --Redd Heart

I have affirmed one truth I will carry with me for all time: Apart from the dear Lord Himself, my children and my integrity are my greatest treasure, and having them safe with me now, I am the richest man in the world.

One of the most terrible moments in a boy's life," Paul said, "is when he discovers his father and mother are human beings who share a love that he can never quite taste. It's a loss, an awakening to the fact that the world is there and here and we are in it alone. The moment carries its own truth; you can't evade it. I heard my father when he spoke of my mother. She's not the betrayer, Gurney.

My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She is bringing the jihad. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.

My father rules an entire planet. He's losing it.

This world has emptied me of all but the oldest purpose: tomorrow's life. I live now for my young Duke and the daughter yet to be. She

Don't be so sure you know where to draw the line," he said. "We carry our past with us. And, mother mine, there's a thing you don't know and should—we are Harkonnens." Her

Gurney's a romantic," the Duke growled. This talk of killing suddenly disturbed him, coming from his son. "I'd sooner you never had to kill…but if the need arises, you do it however you can—tip or edge." He looked up at the skylight, on which the rain was drumming.

Paul sat silently in the darkness, a single stark thought dominating his awareness: My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She is bringing the jihad. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.

BOOK THREE THE PROPHET No woman, no man, no child ever was deeply intimate with my father.

So I had a son! Jessica flared. And she knew she was being goaded into this anger deliberately. You were told to bear only daughters to the Atreides. It meant so much to him, Jessica pleaded.

Jessica, have you ever stopped hating me?" the old woman asked. "I both love and hate you," Jessica said. "The hate—that's from pains I must never forget. The love—that's…." "Just the basic fact," the old woman said

And, I should add, except when you see it at the dinner table.

One of the most terrible moments in a boy's life," Paul said, "is when he discovers his father and mother are human beings who share a love that he can never quite taste. It's a loss, an awakening to the fact that the world is there and here and we are in it alone. The moment carries its own truth; you can't evade it.

How soon this child must assume his manhood, Halleck thought. How soon he must read that form within his mind, that contract of brutal caution, to enter the necessary fact on the necessary line: 'Please list your next of kin.

What history touches the woman in the rice paddy driving her water buffalo ahead of her plow while her husband is off somewhere, most likely a conscript, carrying a weapon?

As always, Paul experienced a sense of presence in his father, someone totally here.

Perhaps you are the Kwisatz Haderach. Sit down, little brother, here at my feet." "I prefer to stand." "Your mother sat at my feet once." "I'm not my mother." "You hate us a little, eh?