Quotes About Family

As he shut the door, he was painfully aware that they were each talking about their young--only Wrath's had four paws and a tail. Least he didn't have to worry about George succeeding him or being blind.

Michael Rafferty was a good man. A solid man. He was never going to be Hugh Jackman handsome or Bill Gates rich or King of England powerful. But he was hers and he was Sean's and that was more than enough

No matter what it takes, I'm going to prove that I love you and I need you and I want you—and that those kids are yours." With

It appeared, after decades of being without a tribe, that he and his brother had found theirs.

Assail: We keep this up and I'll talk to you more than I speak with my own mahmen. Vishous: Isn't she dead? Assail: Yes. Vishous: Some bastards have all the luck.

I'm proud of you. And I love you," Blay repeated. "Always. Forget about your old family…you have me now. I am your family.

I don't give a crap what happened between you and Xcor—mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me." Layla

The waitress looked a little awkward. "Is all that for both you and your sister?

Blay went back to the door. "I love you with everything I've got, and when you and Layla had those kids? You gave me a complete family. And I want my family back, the whole thing—and that includes Layla." "Blay, please—" "That's my condition. And I'm going to make it stick. See you out in the field." —

husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue

The thing with true family, from everything he'd learned? Sometimes they shared DNA with you. Sometimes they didn't. And given that the blood connection only went so far, the friends you chose were what made up the slack when your relatives sucked.

Where's Rehvenge?" "I'm right here.

His first thought as he stared death in the face was that he was never going to meet his daughter. At least not on this side of the Fade. His second and final was that he couldn't believe he'd never told Blay he loved him. In all the minutes and hours and nights of his life, in all the words he'd spoken to the male over the years they'd known each other, he'd only ever pushed him away. And now it was too late.

I can't change what happened and I know there's no going back…all I ask is that you don't fall for appearances, okay? You've had ten years around this family, but I've been with them and the people who surround them all my life. That's why you're the one I want. You're real. You're not capable of being what they are and that's a very, very good thing.

Caregivers had to take care of themselves, and part of that meant having a life beyond whatever illness had put them in their role. God knew Ehlena told this to the family members of her chronically sick patients all the time, and the advice was both sound and practical. At least when she gave it to others. Turned on herself, it felt selfish.

thought the hard part about being a dad was going to be the arguments—like her bringing some knuckle-dragging mouth breather home and expecting me not to slice off his smooth criminals and plant them in the yard. But

Are you saying my grandmahmen is a fucking liar—" Oh, great. The only thing worse than someone calling a Brother's mahmen out was if the offender went up a generation in the bloodline and tossed his granny on the bonfire of disgrace.

And the truth was, the details didn't matter. Just like shared blood didn't matter. Family was so much more than DNA.

Not brother. And never again.

Children were the only immortality mortals got—and even then, two generations later, three at the most, no one knew you in person anymore.

I love you, Lassiter," she said without looking away from her daughter. "I know." Mary glanced back at him. "Did you just quote Harrison Ford to me." "Yes, Leia. And it's also true. Go on, Mother, she's safe.

She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.

Before he could start asking, a family joined them in the wait for the elevator, the daughters running around, the parents looking like they were stuck in a version of hell that smelled like bubble gum, and was populated by short demons in matching fairy princess outfits that asked for ice cream every three minutes.

Still, good boys liked to make their moms happy, and Blay had always been a good boy. His