Quotes About Family

You don't have to say thank you. I'm your mother. It's my job. My pleasure.

the measuring tape and saw Michael standing alone on the small rise. The man seemed a part of the scenery as he stood, hands on hips, his hair whipped by the wind like the meadowsweet at his feet, his jaw set like the granite rocks. "He must love his job," she said to Bobby. Bobby looked up and followed her gaze to his brother, standing

Call me Mamaw. That's what the girls call me." He swallowed, touched by the offer, but shook his head. "I'm sorry. It's a kind offer, but I'm not ready to go that far yet.

A woman's life has so many demands because she is the axis around which so many little planets spin. I did it and, yes, there were countless delightful moments. But that part of my life died when Stratton did.

His mother, in contrast, prayed in church.

true joy came from loved ones, not loved things. Knowing that helped her feel free.

But now her children were grown-up and she felt every inch of the distance between them, stretching further over the years.

The Lowcountry Summer Trilogy) 1. Psychological fiction. 2. Domestic fiction. I. Title. PS3563.O529S89 2015

Please, Lord, answer this one small prayer. Not just for me, but for Cara. Help me play with my child once more before I die. Bring my Cara home.

But a mother-son relationship is not a coequal one, is it? He is lonely with only you just as you are lonely with only him.

But parents, she supposed, were not the pinnacle of perfection their children thought or expected them to be. They were humans who usually did the best they could but often made the wrong choices.

If you have always suspected your sister of an inclination to madness, it will be my pleasure to confirm your worst fears.

Your father is your f-father regardless, Agnes. Birth and b-breeding do not always depend upon small matters like who provided the seed.

You are my flesh and blood and I have always doted on you, but right now I would have to say you deserve a haughty, ruined chit for your own and she deserves you.

Home had always been a place to dream of.

She was not even sure herself why she had wept. It just seemed to her in a moment of painful clarity that she had never learned how to cope with life and that she had dragged her children into her own helpless darkness. And so the cycle would be perpetuated. . . .

A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones. And their passing moods may reflect the passing moods of others.

I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.

A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one?

Mi madre y mi padre habían muerto y yo no podía hacer nada para cambiarlo. Pero supongo que yo también había estado en cierto modo muerta aquel último año. Y mi hermana... pues sí, se había ido; pero yo no me había ido.

Some days the Arashinos' little grandson, Juntaro, cried from hunger—which is when Mr. Arashino usually decided to sell a kimono from his collection. This was what we Japanese called the "onion life"—peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.

Si moría mi madre, ¿cómo iba yo a seguir viviendo en la casa con él? No quería alejarme de él, pero cuando mi madre desapareciera, la casa se quedaría vacía, estuviera él o no.

Pop, I'm nothing! I'm nothing, Pop. Can't you understand that? There's no spite in it any more. I'm just what I am, that's all.

Mother: What more can we be? Chris: You can be better! Once and for all you can know there's a universe of people outside and you're responsible to it, and unless you know that you threw away your son because that's how he died.