Quotes About Family

bitter recognition that his era had passed and the injury he had done to his family could not be undone and the moral failure that characterized his life had poisoned everything he touched and saw.

We make wonderful babies," she said softly. "We're bringing good little people into the world who have a mom and a dad who care about them and love them. They know right from wrong because their parents teach them which is which, and because their parents live by example.

He can be such a limp weenie." Danielle laughed. Gracie didn't like to think of their dad like that. She wanted him to be brave, tough, admirable, and stoic. But Danielle was right.

Cassie was in the kitchen with Jenny.

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No," Justin said, shaking his head. "They were fine with it. They're not like that. You should know them better than that." "Well, I don't," Cody said. "I met them that one time and we didn't exactly have a get-to-know-you chat. Gracie was all right, but her sister—" "Her sister what?" Justin asked, his voice cracking. "She just seemed kind of, well, unserious." Cody said.

more time away from the family and additional

Her dad said, "Why didn't you wake me up and tell me?" Gracie looked over, her eyes dead. "I wasn't sure whose tent you were in." "Meow," Danielle whispered. Her dad turned red and looked quickly away. Gracie felt both good and ashamed at the same time. She expected a glare from Rachel, but the woman eyed her stoically. As if assessing her for later.

Now that they got you little girls they won't have no use for me," she said, and a single tear snaked down her cheek.

The last time he'd gone to see his father he had to introduce himself as his son. His father had said, "Joe? Joe Schmoe? Go get me a flask, Joe Schmoe.

He drank a quarter of the drink, then topped off the glass with more Jim Beam. Joe was not much of a drinker anymore, although he'd done more than his share in college and when he worked with Vern. But his intake of alcohol always increased proportionately when his mother-in-law was around.

Men are what their mothers made them. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON, The Conduct of Life

Independence is a fine thing. But having people in your life who love you and need you is a hell of a lot better.

Happily ever after had been her favorite ending. Despite the hard facts of their existence—deserted by their father, dirt poor, living in a trailer—she'd believed in it. Jamie, like their mother, saw the best in everyone.

Ann stooped in front of Geneva. "Good-bye, honey. I hope you come and see us again soon." Geneva said nothing, just stared at her solemnly. "Thanks for everything," Justin said. "Good luck making that ballet class." He led his daughter outside where she immediately cringed as the cold air and snow pelted her face. "I'm sorry I didn't bring the car.

She wished she could just set down the secret and leave it somewhere. But secrets were like land mines. You had to make sure no one stepped on them. Or the whole family might blow up.

The skaven will not prevail! Here they will be broken, shattered upon our steel! They fight for domination, to sate their greed. We fight for our homes, for our families, for those we would keep safe from the horrors of Old Night. It is our cause that is just; it is our fight that is righteous!

There I met my granddaughter for the first time. As I held her, I wanted to give her a gift. Surely I could come up with something very special for my first grandchild. Not the usual stuffed animals and outfits, but something she could use for the rest of her life. She should get a lasting gift from her grandfather. It came to me that I'd like to give her hope.

If Willie hadn't known the man working on the doghouse in the garage must be his father, he might not have recognized him. Dad's nose was red from the cold, and he was wearing a grease-streaked red-and-black-checked lumberman's jacket and a red flannel hat with floppy earflaps. He looked a lot more dignified in a business suit and tie, Willie thought.

What would six dollars and fifty cents buy? Not a tape deck for Marla. Maybe a Christmas flower arrangement special for Mom. But she loved roses. He'd buy her one long-stemmed rose and get Dad a cactus plant. Something with prickers that you better not touch should suit him.

She had been born with a different name, to a woman with laughing eyes and warmly whispered words of love who'd died degraded and afraid on a misty Irish morning.

Love is a treacherous emotion. You will fare better without it. We Medici always have.

family, a princess of no power. I was indeed a Romanov now, with all the challenges, privileges, and obligations my rank entailed.

is the story of how family defines and binds us, and how, ultimately, loyalty can be a curse.