Quotes About Family

Gramps said, 'How about a story? Spin us a yarn.

The second jealousy is this: I am jealous that my mother had wanted more children. Wasn't I enough? When I walk in her moccasins, though, I say, If I were my mother, I might want more children--not because I don't love my Salamanca, but because I love her so much. I want more of these.

It is not a good idea to call yourself a sardine in a family like Leo's, who will not let you forget it.

It seemed a shame that Aunt Jessie and Uncle Nate spent so much time chasing the dead. And yet, I could see how they were trying so hard to keep the dead alive

I hated her that day. I didn't care how upset she was about her mother, I really hated her, and I wanted her to leave. I wondered if this was how my father felt when I threw all those temper tantrums. Maybe he hated me for a while.

She was lying, still and gray, on the bed. A little dribble was coming out of one side of her mouth. Gramps was leaning over her, whispering in her ear. A nurse said, "I don't think she can hear you." "Of course she can hear me," Gramps said. "She'll always be able to hear me.

when he left, my dad said two things. First: Sometimes I envy your mom not being able to hear and Second: If Uncle Bill is allergic to cats maybe he won't be able to visit us anymore. Ha ha ha.

It is not. Mom loves me, and she would not leave me without any explanation. And then her father began to cry.

Geoffrey looked startled to see both his great-uncles bearing down upon him with such haste; he hadn't realized men their age could move so fast.

Is it not a wondrous thing, to see your child born?" He nodded. "Indeed. But I'll tell you what is no less wondrous to me right now. That after a woman endures all this, why she is then willing to let any man ever again get within ten feet of her bed!

For whatever reasons—which had never interested him in his youth but which he sometimes pondered as an adult—the Angevin House had always taken Cain and Abel as role models.

Ned never argued with their father, he was unfailingly polite and then nonchalantly went his own way; whereas, he, Edmund, deferred dutifully to his father's authority and then found himself resenting both his parent's austere discipline and his own reluctance to rebel.

Yesterday I heard some of the castle servants talking about a funeral for one of the stable lads. He went skating last week on the pond in the village, but the ice was not thick enough and he drowned. I like to skate on the ice,too, Papa, have my own pair of bone skates. I could drown crossing the Channel as Uncle Robert fears... or I could drown back in Angers, if I was unlucky like that stable lad. Geoffrey's mouth twitched. God help me, he said, I've sired a lawyer!

John, watching in dismay, saw his great chance slipping through his fingers, and he swung around to demand of his father, "Papa, does this mean Richard has bested you and Aquitaine is lost?" Eleanor winced, Geoffrey rolled his eyes, and Henry gave his youngest a look John had never gotten from him before. "My life would have been much more peaceful if I'd had only daughters," he snapped. "As for Aquitaine, it is yours if you can take it.

Richard grinned, very pleased with himself for having found a way to honor his mother, thwart his father, and serve God, while having a grand adventure at the same time.

Here I was, rushing off to save my little brother from pirates, only to find that he fancies being a pirate himself!

Between the two of us, we've got a family tree rooted in Hell!

In a contest of wills between John and his mother, he did not think John would prevail, indeed he hoped he would not. But he did not care to be a witness to their confrontation; he suspected Eleanor's methods would be neither maternal nor merciful.

Llewelyn smiled. "We have a saying amongst my people: Eilfam modryb dda; a good aunt is a second mother.

I believe in me. And my family does. And Mrs. V. It's the rest of the world I'm not so sure of.

I love the smell of my mother's hair after she washes it. I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father's face before he shaves. But I've never been able to tell them.

I put my arms around a trunk and squeezed it, then I lay down on my father's grave.

Sometimes I can almost see around our heads, like gnats around a streetlight in summer, The children we could have, The glimmer of them.

The causes of familial discord and distance are countless, but the results are often the same: secrecy, blame, sadness, hurt, confusion, and feelings of loss and grief.