Quotes About Family

He will try again. He will never stop trying. "Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love." Maya is shaking her head. "Dad, I'm sorry. I don't understand." "We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Love you, Sammy," Dong Hyun said. "I love you, too, Grandpa." For most of his life, Sam had found it difficult to say I love you. It was superior, he believed, to show love to those one loved. But now, it seemed like one of the easiest things in the world Sam could do. Why wouldn't you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.

I've made so many mistakes,' she says. 'I can't help you,' I say. She shakes her head and picks up the baby. 'We'll be out of your way now,' she says. 'Merry Christmas.' "And they leave. I'm pretty shaken up, so I go into the kitchen to make myself some tea. When I get back out to the living room, I notice that the little girl has left her backpack and Tamerlane is on the floor next to it.

An e-reader! I've wanted one for a really long time." She shoots a quick look over to her father. He nods, though his eyebrow is twitching slightly. "Thanks, Nana." Maya kisses her grandmother on the cheek.

Yes, Dad. Dad is what I am. Dad is what I became. The father of Maya. Maya's dad. Dad. What a word. What a little big word. What a word and what a world! He is crying. His heart is too full, and no words to release it. I know what words do, he thinks. They let us feel less.

You love your daughter, but you have fewer choices than you once did. Your choices are dictated by her. Maybe not fewer choices. Maybe it's that the answers are more obvious, so you don't pose the questions. Life unspools more inevitably.

For instance, until her death, her mother had sent her new underwear in the mail every other month.

as soon as your mother answers the phone, you relax. When your mother is worrying about something, it means that you won't have to.

When I read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe as a boy, I used to think that Turkish Delight must be incredibly delicious if it made Edmund betray his family

Hey, pretty girl. How you doing?" "Adopted," she says.

She feels very sorry for her mother because people who don't wake up can't go downstairs to the bookstore in the morning.

A.J. has never changed a diaper in his life, though he is a modestly skilled gift wrapper. Back when Nic was alive, Island used to offer free gift wrap at Christmas, and he figures that diaper changing and gift-wrapping must be related proficiencies.

Sam is holding one of your hands, and Sadie is holding the other. And your parents are there, but they are standing behind your friends. And this makes sense, because Sadie and Sam have been your family, as much as your family has been your family. Behind them, a thousand paper cranes festoon the room. "It's okay, Marx," Sadie says. "You can let go.

Maybe I could paint flats or print programs or something?" She wants to say How unlike you, but she resists. Aside from her husband, she believes her brother-in-law to be one of the most selfish and self-centered men she has ever met. If one afternoon with a baby can have such a refining influence on A.J., imagine what could happen to Daniel when the baby is born.

When your mother is worrying about something, it means that you won't have to.

Lambiase thinks he hears the little girl call A.J. "Daddy." "Ugh, I keep telling her not to call me that," A.J. says. "But she won't listen.

Yes. Dad. Dad is what I am. Dad is what I became. The father of Maya. Maya's dad. Dad. What a word. What a little big word.

A.J. kisses his daughter on the forehead. He is delighted to have produced such a fantastic nerd.

In his apartment, he finds Maya by herself. Her eyes look moist. "I threw up, Daddy." "I'm sorry." A.J. locates the lighter in his drawer. He slams the drawer shut. "Where's Amelia?" "Are you going to propose?" Maya asks. "No, darling. Not at this particular moment. I've got to deliver a lighter to an alcoholic." She considers this information. "Can I come with you?" she asks.

When the baby sees Ismay, she bawls. "She must miss her mother," Ismay says. "Maybe I remind her of her mother?" A.J. nods, though he thinks the real cause is that his sister-in-law frightens the baby.

I was little there were times I wanted my parents to be normal. I wanted them to have a religion. I wanted them to have a job, like the parents of every other kid I went to school with.

My mother had asked me once after I was grown what my dad could have done differently, instead of bullying his way through my rebellion. "I wish he'd just told me how much he loved me," I answered her. "I wish he could have just said, 'You are precious to me; I won't let you put yourself in danger.

Next to the sale of their children or spouse, rape was perhaps the worst nightmare of slavery. We have no way of knowing how often it happened... We do know that white women were haunted by the fear that their husbands, fathers, or sons were having sex with their slaves. And we know that black mothers nervously watched their daughters to protect them from dangers they could not understand.

Leastwise, if I live with her, I finally be the smartest person in the house.