Quotes About Family

Do you know what most people have from their grandmother? A tea set. Or a quilt." Curran smiled. "If your family had a quilt, it would be made out of chimera skin and stuffed with feathers from dead angels.

Do you have a girlfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. "No," Mad Rogan said. "A boyfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. "No." "What about . . ." "No," Mom and I said in unison. "But you don't even know what I wanted to ask!" "No," we said again together. "Party poopers." Grandma shrugged.

One of my cousins is named Lucifer. I once asked my aunt why and she said, Because I wanted him to be beautiful and to think for himself.

Landon paced back and forth, his eyes a little wild. ''Well, he took it worse than I did,'' Curran said. ''I don't see what the big deal is.'' ''It's a sword made out of your grandmothers bones, Kate.'' I shrugged Landon stared at me through the windshield, turned around, paced back and forth, and stared at me again

I have a family full of quirky people. Someone has to be sensible so all of you can enjoy being reckless weirdos.

Grandpa? Declan raised his eyebrows. We keep him in the shed out back, Jack said helpfully. So he doesn't eat dog brains.

I mourn my sword, but that's alright. Grandmother gave me another one.

Mom? Mother turned to Grandmother. What? She's going to lunch with her kidnapper! Take a picture for me, Grandma said.

People think I built the Pack, because I'm the guy who has the welfare of all shapeshifters in mind. They're wrong. Everything I built, I did so that when I mate and have children, nobody can touch my family. (...) I built all this so I can protect you.

Did you send an escort with my family?" "Yes. They're a target." "How did you know they would be leaving?" "My people saw them load up, called me, and I told them to follow." Duh. "Thank you." "You're welcome. I plan to hold them hostage until you sleep with me." I stumbled. He turned and gave me a brilliant, impossibly handsome smile. "Just kidding." Damn it.

Call her out," Arabella said. "Tell her Rogan is yours!" Grandma Frida pumped her fist. "Don't let her take your man!" Leon declared. We all looked at him. "I was feeling left out," he said.

People around me die. They drop like flies. I've gone through life leaving a trail of dead bodies behind me. My mother is dead, my guardian is dead, my aunt is dead—because I killed her, and when my real father finds me, he'll move heaven and earth to make me dead.

My point is, I would never hurt you or your family." I raised my chin at him. "If you tried to hurt my mother, I would totally kick your ass." "Aha." "Yes. You would be lying on the ground, crying, 'No more, no more,' and I would be kicking you in the stomach, wham, wham, wham!" He laughed softly.

May your life be rich in blessings and poor in misfortunes. May you see your children's children grow up and make you proud. May your fights be short, your laughter loud, and your passion hot. May you live long and die happy.

Yes, bad. Look at Daddy ripping the bad man to pieces. Go Daddy!

I believe I've met your grandfather, the Bloody Butcher of Odar. That's correct. I remember now. A delightful man, wonderfully dry sense of humor. Arland blinked. My grandfather has been called many names in his lifetime. Delightful was not one of them. He remembers you also. You tried to poison him. Caldenia waved her fingers. I've tried to poison everyone at one time or another. Don't take it personally.

I will kill him." "Erra's eyebrows rose. "You'd have to go through me first." I shrugged. "I have to do something for a warm-up." She laughed softly. "That's the spirit. I do think you might be my favorite niece.

He killed a man," Mom said. "He was framed," Grandma Frida said. "You don't even know the story," Mom said. Grandma shrugged. "Framed. A man that pretty can't be a murderer." Mother stared at her. "Penelope, I'm seventy-two years old. You let me enjoy my fantasy." "Go Grandma." Arabella pumped her fist in the air.

Kid 1: *examining my gorgeous strawberry and blueberry pies*: Wow, Mom, your pies don't look awful this time. Me (Ilona): ... ~A little later~ Kid 2: *wandering into the kitchen* Kid 1: Hey, you've got to see these pies. *opening the stove* Kid 2: Wow. They are not ugly this time. Kid 1: I know, right?

Like it or not," he said, "you're still his daughter. Run from it, spit on it, that's your choice. Those of the blood can insult the blood. Nobody else. I won't allow it.

I squinted at her. "You're an adult." "You're an adult too." "But you're an older adult. You've had more practice." Mom leaned back and laughed.

The only way to make sure that the Hand didn't get to you would have been to kill your brother. I could've done it, but I didn't. I just gave him some drugs. You gave an addict in rehab drugs, and you want credit for it? Of course it sounds bad when you put it that way.

He plugged the phone into the outlet. It rang. Roman stared at it as if it were a viper. The phone rang again. He unplugged it. "There." "It can't be that bad," I told him. "Oh, it's bad." Roman nodded. "My dad refused to help my second sister buy a house, because he doesn't like her boyfriend. My mother called him and it went badly. She cursed him. Every time he urinates, the stream arches up and over.

Good morning, Ms. Daniels. I'm calling to inform you that Julie has left our premises." Not again. Curran's arms closed around me and he hugged me to him. I leaned back against him. "How?" "She mailed herself.