Quotes About Family

she'd been determined to overcome the immunology challenges associated with finding a cure for diabetes—her favorite aunt had lost a leg to the dreaded disease—

She had a diaper pail, a car seat, a stroller and something he'd never even seen before—a breast pump, according to the box. He picked it up to take a closer look, decided he was glad to be a man and set it back down.

She could only attribute the difference to each parent's attitude. Micah acted as if all was well, so Trevor responded in a similar manner. Paige acted as though she was miserable, and that meant Trevor had to worry about her and carry a lot of angst.

my mother finally told him, possibly years

Somehow she had to find some middle ground between taking a stand for the right and being there for her children, even when they did the exact opposite of what she told them.

We found you at last," her mother said, and they both started to cry.

learn pretty damn fast that everything else is smoke and mirrors. Fame. Money. Success. You realize that life is fleeting and family's what it's all about. It's the only thing that matters.

It's almost impossible to escape the beliefs our parents instill in us, isn't it?

Listen, I say, pushing my chair in. I just want everyone to know that I'm pro-family and anti-drug. Excuse me.

Artists—or, in the local parlance, creatives—should no longer push any envelope, go to the dark side, explore taboos, make inappropriate jokes or offer contrarian opinions. We could, but not if we wanted to feed our families.

Bueno lo del matrimonio no está mal...Pero lo de hacer de padre es más duro. Papi ¿puedo beberme un zumo? ¿Qué tal un poco de agua, cielo? ¿Papi? ¿Sí? ¿Puedo beberme un zumo? ¿Qué tal un poco de agua, cielo? ¿Papi, puedo beberme un zumo? Vale cielo, ¿Quieres un zumo? No, da igual, beberé un poco de agua. Es como si estuviéramos todo el rato ensayando una puta obra de Beckett

when wealth is your god, weapons are your sacrament, and your own children are your sacrifice—

We are not scholars researching an ancient Chinese emperor — a matter of objectivity and disinterestedness; we are sons and daughters who want to get to know our father — someone with whom we have an essential relationship.

She never hurried. Her brown hair took a lot of work to keep perfect. She wore a blouse and skirt, not expensive, but carefully selected. She had a quietness about her that she'd passed on to her middle child. They were both the introverts of the family.

The closet door was closed. She always kept it closed. She'd been the one to open the door and find her father hanging from the rod by the loop of his belt.

My father lied to me! He distorted the events, taking credit, hiding the extent of the brutality and suffering—even Omnius knew it. On the other hand, Serena had told him the truth.

House Atreides values loyalty and honor far above politics.

Do we derive our identity, our worth, from our families or from ourselves? —REVEREND MOTHER RAQUELLA BERTO-ANIRUL, Sisterhood Training Manual

For a thousand years now, the governorship of Arrakis had been an Imperial boon, granted to a chosen family that would wring the riches out of the sands for a term not to exceed a century. Each time the fief changed hands, a firestorm of pleas and requests for favors bombarded the palace.

House Atreides claimed to trace its roots more than twelve thousand years, back to the ancient sons of Atreus on Old Terra. Now the family embraced its long history, despite the numerous tragic and dishonorable incidents it contained. The dukes had made an annual tradition of performing the classic tragedy Agamemnon, most famous son of Atreus and one of the generals who had conquered Troy.

The most insidious enemy is one that resides in your own household. And not all such enemies have a human face. —DUKE PAULUS ATREIDES, "Counsel to Future Dukes

Do you not have tribes? Rivalries? Of course, said Taref. All of us do. I am the son of a Naib. The third son of a Naib. Lillis said. Because of my two older brothers, I will never rule the tribe.

Marto aturnd luv ones safetyus.

Yes! Yes! Redwalllll! No warrior can swing the sword of Martin like him. Father! It's meeeeeee!