Quotes About Family

Neither boy ever intended to speak about the events at the cliff that day. But of course their mothers eventually worked the truth out of them. Mothers always do.

You think our mam likes you better than me?" challenged whichever one was the other. (Don't blame me. I've lost track too.)

Let's get something to eat." It was the best way he could think of to stop Horace worrying about his daughter.

Halt seemed more antagonized by the fact that his brother didn't like coffee than by the fact that he had stolen the throne from him.

Just wanted you to know, there's been no . . . funny business between me and your mam. No . . . hanky-panky, if you know what I mean?" For

Jij weet toch wel hoe koppig de vrouwen in jouw gezin kunnen zijn als ze zich iets hebben voorgenomen?

then my mother barges into me like an angry bull when I think I'm safe home.

Don't you Mother me, Madelyn!" she snapped.

Don't you Mother me, Madelyn!" she snapped. Madelyn's shoulders straightened and she stood a little taller. She was two centimeters shorter than her mother, and at times like this, she felt that deficiency put her at a disadvantage. "Then don't you Madelyn me!

Die familie heeft weinig geluk met gooiende vrouwen,' stelde Gilan droog vast. Lydia keek hem niet-begrijpend aan. 'Tja, Cassandra schakelde zijn broer met haar slinger uit, en nou heb jij hem met een pijl doorboord.

Wat een bijzonder meisje,' zei Thorn zachtjes. 'Als ik een paar jaar jonger was...' 'Dan was je nog steeds oud genoeg om haar vader te zijn,' maakte Lydia zijn zin voor hem af.

She recalled Duncan telling her that his ancestor had a girlfriend in the village and used the tunnel to sneak out and see her. "Well, Great-Great-Grandfather," she said, smiling, "you were a naughty boy, weren't you?

Catharine Finlay, alias Knight, was first converted by her son's expounding the Scriptures to her,

When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; when a Forsyte died — but no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalized persons who resent encroachments on their property.

who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

father flipped the light

family. Boomer deserves better than a bullet. I don't care what he did, he deserves better than that.

No one should ever have to see their mom crumpled up in a corner on the floor the way I did so many times.

He dreaded the sound of his father's car in the driveway at night, knowing he would have to protect his mother, and probably be beaten in the process.

We certainly hope that an entire family is not judged over the actions of one person.

I don't think a really good pie can be made without a dozen or so children peeking over your shoulder as you stoop to look in at it every little while.

But mothers lie. It's in the job description.

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

Ah! on Thanksgiving day.... When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?