Quotes About Family

Matti, you're here, you're alive, by the stones of Redwall!" Mattimeo clung tightly to his father, sobbing and laughing at the same time. "I knew you'd find me someday! I knew it!

Taking my paw to your young Mattimeo's ear, if he keeps upsetting my candied chestnut display. If you'll excuse me," Sister May said, and hurried off.

Sister May was delighted at their announcement that the young one is to be named after her. However, she insists on the little female being called May and not Sissimay.

Some people are haunted by their pasts, but not my family. I mean, how can you be haunted by something that never really dies?

Together, my parents had learned to be much more than the sum of their parts, whatever that means. Separately, they were kind of just a mess.

After years of pitched battles, my father was ready for a significantly less stressful career. Unfortunately, he decided to try raising a girl.

Okay, is anyone else worried that some of the fruit didn't fall far enough away from the tree?

At first, he annoyed the shit out of me. Marko can be a self-righteous ass, he has no idea how to sit still, and worst of all, he laughs at his own jokes. Then why did you risk everything to be with him? Because your son is so goddamn beautiful. Ha. I assure you, looks aren't forever. Oh, I know. I wasn't talking about his looks.

Well, I've always wanted to call my son Barr. Like a tavern? Like a soap ? My father's name is Barr. Oh. And I love it!

So what? He's good to you and Hazel now, isn't he? Who cares if he's got history with some other broad?

Granny would never love anyone the way she loved my grandfather, but that doesn't mean she never loved again.

The next morning, they cremated my grandfather in the belly of our ship. I still have a scarp of the outfit he made for me. These days, I use it as a bookmark.

If a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, then a family is more like a rope. We're lots of fragile little strands, and we survive by becoming hopelessly intertwined with each other. The happiest families I ever met were all frayed...but they were also tighter than a hangmen's noose. - Hazel, Saga # 40

Marko: No matter what mistakes you've see your daddy make, violence---magical or otherwise---is never acceptable. Petrichor: Nonsense, Marko. Violence is often essential : in self-defense, the arts foreplay... Hazel: I want to four-play!

Because I don't want my final days in this universe to be filled with pity and sorrow. I want to spend this time doing what I like best for the people I care about most." "But… you don't even know me." "Maybe not, but lord do you ever talk in your sleep. It's clear you love my boy very much.

Then why did you risk everything to be with him? Because your son is so goddamn beautiful. Ha. I assure you, looks aren't forever. Oh, I know. I wasn't talking about his looks.

Bro, all you've got is a book. How do you plan to fight our parents? With literacy?

If a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, then a family is more like a rope. We're lots of fragile little strands, and we survive by bricking hopelessly intertwined with each other.

How's a skeleton crew supposed to save Chase from the giants who annihilated our parents?" I believe your people call it "girl power.

If a chain is only as strong as its weakest link, then a family is more like a rope. We're lots of fragile little strands, and we survive by becoming hopelessly intertwined with each other. The happiest families I ever met were all frayed... but they were also tighter than a hangman's noose.

Marvel and DC are my divorced mom and dad. DC is my stable, loving, nurturing mom. Marvel is my weird dad who lives in a condo and doesn't know how to cook, but he'll let you stay up until three in the morning watching RoboCop 2.

When you died, you were supposed to live on in the memories of others. That's what I'd always been told. Didn't matter what you believed, which religion you subscribed to, what god you worshipped. The simple fact was that none of us knew what lay beyond. Immortality and eternal life? The only sure shot at that was the memories of those you left behind - your friends and family...

What a crazy way to be buried, he thought as he hunted. Get your body burned up and then poured into a box that looked like a library book, like your relatives could check you out and take you home for a couple of weeks. Would there be an overdue penalty if they were late bringing back the dead?

The uncle and cousin seem nice, but the aunt is a bit of a shock. Whith her hair dyed bright red, she looks like Ronald McDonald's post-menopausal sister. Who has let herself go.