Quotes About Family

You've got questions coming out of you like farts on Thanksgiving.

I came running down the stairs that morning, like it was Christmas. My parents were already up. In my family, presents never waited; they were there upon waking. Our family has a problem with what they called delayed gratification. We want what we want when we want it, and we always want it now.

You tell your brother he's gonna pay for that car in silver.

Every Unwind believes in their heart of hearts that it won't happen to them—that their parents, no matter how strained things get, will be smart enough not to fall for the net ads, TV commercials, and billboards that say things like "Unwinding: the sensible solution.

My father has this irritating habit of saying the same thing whenever something bad happens. This, too, shall pass, he says. What annoys me is that he's always right about it. What annoys me even more is that he always reminds me later when it does pass, as a smug I told you so.

It was Rowan who had coined the term lettuce-kid to describe them. Both of them were born sandwiched somewhere in the middle of large families, and where far from being their parents' favorites. I got a couple of brothers that are the meat, a few sisters that are cheese and tomatoes, is I guess I'm the lettuce

The maintenance of civil order in society rests on the foundation of family discipline. Therefore, a child who disrespects his parents must be permanently removed from society in a way that gives an example to all other children of the importance of respect for parents.

Honey, I'd never take an unwound part for myself. But when they told me the only way to save my boy's life was to basically gut him and replace all his internal organs with someone else's, I didn't even hesitate. So my conscience will ache for the rest of my life, but that's a small price to pay for having my son still on this earth.

Don't tell Roland," he says. "The only reason he's being so nice to the two of you is because he believes in the sanctity of the nuclear family.

In a perfect world mothers would all want their babies, and strangers would open up their homes to the unloved.

You might think your own personal apple has fallen far from the tree, but that tree has roots you don't see until you trip over them.

You know the real reason unwinding keeps going strong, Miss Risa Ward? It isn't because of the parts we want for ourselves--it's because of the things we're willing to do to save our children. Imagine that. We're willing to sacrifice the children we don't love for the ones we do. And we call ourselves civilized!

And he will love them unconditionally . . . if he can just get past the girls he chose to be their mothers.

Guilt is the idiot cousin of remorse.

But they loved God more than they loved me, and I hate them for it. So I guess that means I'm going to Hell.

Be my son or my daughter for a year, and I will give you power over life and death.

It starts with a mild weeping but soon crescendos into the same tortured sobs as his little brother, both of them wailing in a strange harmony of misery.

I can remove and raise every unwanted fetus in vitro, then place it with the perfect loving family—thereby ending the argument between right of choice and sanctity of life.

Comfort food, thought Citra, because somehow it made her feel safe from the inside out. "My grandmother said it could actually heal a cold." "What's a cold?" asked Citra. "A deadly illness from the mortal age, I suppose.

Naisten pieksämisen välttämättömyydestä. Ihminen voi kurittaa niitä joita rakastaa. Kuten lapsiaan. Mutta samalla tuottaa itselleen sen kivun että joutuu halveksimaan rakkaitaan.

my mother, poor fish, wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a week, telling me to be happy: Henry, smile! why don't you ever smile? and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the saddest smile I ever saw

it seemed to me that I had never met another person on earth as discouraging to my happiness as my father. and it appeared that I had the same effect upon him.

The human race had always disgusted me. essentially, what made them disgusting was the family-relationship illness, which included marriage, exchange of power and aid, which neighborhood, your district, your city, your county, your state, your nation-everybody grabbing each other's assholes in the Honeycomb of survival out of a fear-animalistic stupidity.

Your parents don't give you much love, do they?' 'I don't need that stuff,' I told her. 'Henry, everybody needs love.' 'I don't need anything.' 'You poor boy.