Quotes About Family

I'm not against having to work for someone; we're all working for someone really. We here, in this business, have our masters, but we do seem to have a greater amount of freedom allowed us than in some others, and I've always been against the hold one human being has over another, whether it's in employment or in the family.

Annamae had accepted her mother's word on that, even believed that the old woman had passed away. But now that she knew

Acting Up: The Atlanta Heiresses.

While strategies of colonialism were about removing and seperating people from that which is most important to them, healing and recovery must be about restoring what has been taken, reconnecting people to the stories and context of one's life and family. (p. 19)

The more one realizes they are on a journey to find out who they are (where they come from, who their family is) when this information has been denied, the more it can be understood as a journey back to culture and identity... Stories can be a part of the glue that binds the personal with the social, allowing us to feel part of something greater. (p. 19)

He had lived as a handful of taffy between his mother and his father all his life, had been pulled in so many directions, stretched here and there, that all he could do was plaster a mighty smile on his face.

Who the hell ain't dysfunctional these days? When the Kennedys straighten out, then maybe the rest of us should worry.

Maybe Cod will grant me a year or two longer with my sweet mother and father and all those I love before I am sent into cruel exile. Many

I can't just open myself up the way some people can. And down here, you're raised a certain way. You're taught to keep some things private, family matters especially. It's just the way it's done. Everyone worships the past but no one really wants to talk about it.

Being addicted to soft-porn romance novels in Ithaca, Georgia, was like filling a prescription for head lice or genital herpes. It just wasn't the kind of thing you went around bragging about, not if you were a good Southern girl, anyway, from a good Southern family.

A woman makes for a better wife if she's got memories stored up of how her man courted her. On cold nights when the babies are sick and the money's tight, a gal needs to harken back to her sweetheart days when her man promised he'd stand by her side through thick and thin.

Leah's baby was nestled protectively in the crook of Devon's arm. In the golden firelight, his expression appeared grim. The neck of his shirt was open, the sleeves rolled up. With a soft gasp of mother love, Leah reached for her child. But Devon's deep, silky voice stopped her. "Who is the baby's father? And do you love him?" She froze. Her mouth went dry. Her heart pounded in her chest. He waited.

My brother doesn't know how to think of anything other than his own responsibilities. Perhaps she will teach him-? Perhaps? Possibly? Maybe? Mother, Elin deserves better. Every woman deserves better.

I have lost you, my brother And your death has ended The spring season Of my happiness, our house is buried with you And buried the laughter that you taught me. There are no thoughts of love nor of poems In my head Since you died.

Home isn't a place, its a feeling

There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.

Now let me teach you another thing about my daughter. I love her very much but she has the ability to hide as expertly as a sock in a washing machine. No one knows where it goes, just as no one knows where she goes, but at least when she decides to come back, we're all here, waiting for her.

what a luxury it was for people to be able to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted.

Parents are the barometers of emotions for children and it has a domino effect.

So I left my wonderfully intelligent family and soaked myself in the bath and considered drowning myself. Then I remembered I still had chocolate cake left over from yesterday so I came back up for air. Some things are worth living for.

Elizabeth's hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her and her mother's intended activities. "Why are you fulfilling all of my mother's dreams?" she asked, studying his face and searching for answers. "So you don't run away like she did in search of them," he replied, taking her hand. "Come on, join in!" he said, leaping around.

You all looked so happy together in the photograph. You looked like the perfect family. Is there such a thing anymore because if there is, my happy little unit was definitely not in the queue when they were handing out the titles.

And that is how Goodwin problems were always fixed. Fix them on the surface but don't go to the root, always ignoring the elephant in the room. I think that morning was when I realized I'd grown up with an elephant in every room of my life. It was practically our family pet.

Fear drives us to do many things in our lives. For me, the fear of losing a loved one, and all those terrifying thoughts of what it's like to be left behind and feel alone, drove me to conceive