Quotes About Family

Just as the mechanism can be used for war so too can it be used for peace. It's the Fogg family's plan to get the machine working and then use it towards world peace.

Every family has its secrets, and those secrets can run deep—deeper than lies, deeper than death. And they impact every member of that family in ways we can't know.

Which do you think would be worse? Tippen asked. Knowing you're a son of a bitch or knowing you fathered one?

Never judge a family by their address or bank account. And never underestimate the power of the American public to utterly shock and disappoint you.

There were only two reasons to lock a door: to keep one's self in and protected, and to keep one's family out and excluded. Either way, she didn't like it.

A handful of visits. A series of days. Then she would be gone, with a life of her own, a family of her own. And

If there was one thing from which people never recovered, it was childhood. If there was one tie that could never truly be broken, for good or for ill, it was to family.

Does your ma know you're this silly? she demanded tartly. He nodded, comically sad. The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But — with an exaggerated change of mood — I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed! I hope she beat you as a child, Onua grumbled.

A crow may put on human shape or crow shape, but we remain crows," he replied firmly. "Hawks, too, are the same, whether they are born in human nests or hawk ones. The nestlings must always be protected. Since you have chosen to protect these, I and mine will protect you.

I was stark raving mad, and my family was too polite to mention it. That's what living with the Yamanis does to people. They get so well-mannered they won't mention you're crazy.

Oh, Daja, moaned Jory, you sound just like my parents. She ran from the schoolroom. Well, there's no reason to insult me, muttered Daja, half offended.

Men broke into their homes, killed their families, threatened you--and you won't let them do anything for fear you'll be hurt. That's selfish. How would you like it if I took your bow and said I cared too much about you to let you fight?

Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That's not woman's work. It's needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know how to defend herself. I never! gasped Sarra, indignant. You taught me when you were murdered in your own house, Daine said quietly.

Your ma was a leech with bad teeth," she taunted. Onua laughed in spite of herself. "Your da was a peahen. I know chickens with more brains than you!

So were you always mad, or did it come on you when you was took? Aly smiled. I'm told it runs in the family.

Don't go thinking you can bounce me all over the ground just because I look like somebody's grandmother, the woman said dryly. Some grandchildren need more raising than others, and I supply it, she grinned, showing very white teeth. -- Esa Bell, Shang Wildcat

There were real advantages to having a father who didn't care what she did. But if the advantages were so wonderful, why did she feel like crying?

The few gray hairs she has on her head are my doing. But"—with an exaggerated change of mood—"I send her plenty of money, so she can pay to have them dyed!

Once you've helped your daughter give birth to your first grandson, believe me, things like proper dinnerwear aren't important.

She was strangely different. Not actually in any way he [her father] might have feared. Rather, she seemed more sure, quieter, more still, more absorbent, more favorably aware of them [her family] than ever in the past.

Down the stairs again leapt Art. She whirled across the lower landing, her head full of barking cannon, towering rigging, the creak of timbers, the voice of her mother, Molly. Before her eyes floated the golden oasts of Amer Rica, Persis, and Zanzibari, dolphins springing like silver bullets from the blue mouths of the waves. 'Her father must be fetched!' shouted Miss Eeble. 'She has gone mad!' 'Sane,' remarked Art. 'Gone sane.

Mothers are notoriously partial. They would put up with almost anything. Such a small number of us would otherwise survive.

Loitering stupidly among the orange trees, Romulan stood and hated. Hated the black hair of his father, like his own, the patrician face, very handsome in its way, but unlike, hated the stern, shy, and brutal honorableness, the imposition of will, the lack of-what? Something so simple as the evidence of affection? Valentius was the Tower. In his presence, Romulan shrank, became nine years of age.

The aunties can make Game of Thrones look like Dora the Explorer, but that's not the point.