Quotes About Family

That perhaps the ways of his mother and his father had occupied whole regions of his heart. I know this.

I told him I would go up there; he said no, no, everything was fine. I drove up anyway and when I opened the door to the house he was sitting alone in the kitchen, the kettle on the stove madly whistling away. He was fast asleep; after the stroke he sometimes nodded off in the middle of things. I woke him, and when he saw me he patted my cheek. 'Good boy,' he muttered. I made him change his clothes and then fixed us a dinner of fried rice from some leftovers.

Twenty-five percent of the people polled in a recent national inquiry into American morality said that for $10 million they would abandon their entire family; a large number of people are evidently willing to do the same thing for free. Stephanie Coontz, The Way We Never Were

My brother, Jason, came into the bar, then, and sauntered over to give me a hug. He knows that women like a man who's good to his family and also kind to the disabled, so hugging me is a double whammy of recommendation.

I didn't know what to think about first: me seeing Claude naked, Claude seeing me naked, or the whole fact that we were related and naked in the same room. (Sookie Stackhouse, Dead in the Family)

It's called Two and a Half Men," Dermot was telling his guest. "I understand," Bellenos said. "Because the two brothers are grown, and the son isn't." "I think so," Dermot said. "Don't you think the son is useless?" "The half? Yes. At home, we'd eat him," Bellenos said.

I'll show up at every classroom open house and teacher conference,' she said, now in a voice that was almost frightening in its intensity. 'I'll bake brownies. My child will have new clothes. Her shoes will fit. She'll get her shots, and she'll get her braces. We'll start a college fund next week. I'll tell her I love her every damn day.' If that wasn't a great plan for being a good mother, I couldn't imagine what a better one could be.

That's just not right, Sam muttered. Claude needs to keep his pants on.

Lots of kids in our neck of the woods call their grandfathers Papaw

But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here.

My brother was an asshole, and Crystal was a whore. These were facts I had to deal with.

Somewhere, somewhere in this house, lurked a problem. For some reason, Jane's legacy wasn't entirely benevolent.

It was a little blue cotton-knit dress with tiny daisies all over it, and it was tighter than Gran liked and shorter than Jason deemed proper in his sister.

We survived,(…) And my brother got married to the woman he loves. And that's all that's important.' 'Sam, do you really think that?'(…) 'Nah. But what would you say the moral of the day was? There was a lot of hate, there was some love. The love won out for Craig, the hate did Jim Collins in.

As I put one foot on the steps, Hunter said silently, Bye, Aunt Sookie. Bye, Hunter, I said right back.

Then my great-grandfather was gone before I could ask him which vampire he meant.

Children and parents didn't always have close and loving relationships. Like marriages, the pairing of parents and offspring sometimes didn't work out.

The idea that family would not harm you was a stupid assumption of the first order.

Did Lou have Luke—isn't that your little boy's name?—here in the Shakespeare hospital?

My distaste and disapproval for a member of Martin's family made me feel like a bad Christian and a bad wife. I'd often thought being a Christian meant by definition being a bad one, since nothing is more difficult than Christianity, so I was more or less used to that feeling.

If I'd learned anything over the past few years, it was not to make stupid assumptions. The idea that family would not harm you was a stupid assumption of the first order.

I owed her big-time. Jane had left me the house and the money and the skull. I

The southern standard of niceness was this: You'd never been convicted of anything, you didn't look at other's women's husbands too openly. You wrote your thank-you notes and were polite to your elders. You had to take a keen interest in your children's upbringing. And you made sure your family was fed adequately. There were sideways and byways in this "nice" thing, but those were the general have-tos.

Lizbeth," she said, and wrapped me in a hug, held me close and tight. "I am so glad to see you. I heard you had a bad time. I'm sorry about Tarken. And Galilee." Mom held me away from her, looked into my eyes. She rued what I'd become