Quotes About Family

Did she remember, how we laughed and blushed? 'Pa used to say your face was like the red heart on a playing card--mine, he said, was like the diamond. Do you remember, Helen, how Pa said that?

A family man never makes a good family doctor; he has too many worries of his own.

In short, Nance, even was you going to the very devil himself, your mother and I would rather see you fly from us in joy, than stay with us in sorrow - and grow, maybe, to hate us, for keeping you from your fate.

She was my one true love. Does that sound odd to you? I never expected, when I was young, that I should fall in love with my own child, but she and I were like sweethearts.

Don't hurt yourself,' she will say ?so simply, so kindly, I quite forget that she is only keeping me safe for Richard's sake. I think that she forgets it, too.

With the world in the state it is, it's such a small, small thing. But I think the sad fact is that I'm about as happy in my life as you are in yours. I do my best for my mother—or, I tell myself that I do. Sometimes I seem to do nothing but scold her; we cross each other like a pair of scissors. She isn't happy, either. How could she be? I think she's simply marking time. Well, perhaps we all are.

Oh, just look at him! Like a great big turnip, isn't he? We're hoping he'll grow into his head. And his big brother there was just the opposite... Oh, his head was that small, you could've darned your stocking on it!

A thirteen-year-old girl had got herself pregnant, and had been badly beaten by her labourer father.

The rite of passage of learning to build a fire that will burn all night with one match is not an insignificant one in my husband's family, and I grew up camping and backpacking. I love to camp.

Si mi madre hubiera estado aquí, les habría dicho de entrada que somos ateos. Pero en esto, mi padre se parece a mí; si no es preciso, de ciertas cosas preferimos no hablar".

YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD, and you are Mine forever. Someday you will see Me as I am—face to Face in Glory. You have been a member of My royal family since the moment you trusted Me as Savior. I am training you in the ways of My kingdom: to be made new

Mama took me in her arms and held me tight. Her embrace was hot and she smelled like sweat, dust, and grease, but I wanted her. I wanted to crawl inside her mind to find that place that let her smile and sing through the worst dust storms. If I had to be crazy, I wanted my mama's kind of crazy, because she was never afraid.

Annie knew that her mother's marbles were loose, but had never suspected that one day they would all fly out of the bag at the same time, bouncing into far-flung corners, never to be gathered together again.

Your life got busy with work and you got used to pulling away, and I filled my life up with the children and got used to biting my tongue. That's how we derailed.

Mum" for beautiful and "taz" for royal.

Getting money from my dad is a finesse job. Luckily, I have finesse coming out of my arse. I barged into his study without knocking, marched across to his desk, and held out my hand. "Give me twenty pounds," I snapped. "I need twenty pounds. Give it to me. Now!

Veronique and Dylan having the mother of all arguments. I mean, it had a plot and a subplot and several walk-on parts....

Well, she's told me very little about you,' her grandmother replied because she'd survived a war, one stillbirth, a daughter who'd got knocked up at seventeen and ten years of a Labour government, and she didn't take shit from anyone.

Michael Lee was the sun, moon and stars, maybe even the whole bloody solar system, as far as his family were concerned. No wonder he was so arrogant.

I remember as a teen being able to eat more than my father. I was growing so fast and my body couldn't keep up.

Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces -- down to the last glassy splinter.

My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus I rhyme.

Talk to strangers when the family fails and friends lead you astray when Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay. 'Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms: in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm, and when you finally take the time to see what they're about perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus . . . I rhyme.