Quotes About Family

V laughed deep in his throat. "Yeah, you can fight with me in the field when you're grown. And soon as you're big enough to hold a dagger … I'll make one for you. Forge it myself. You're gonna be just like your dad, one helluva a fighter. Just like him …

He can't take her away!" he screamed at no one and everybody. "We just got her! He can't take her—he's a fucking stranger—" "Rhage," Mary got directly in front of him, jumping up to catch his eye. "Rhage, we have to—" Latching onto her wide, sad stare, he moaned, "She's ours…she's ours…this stranger can't take her away—she's ours….

I'm so sorry about Payne, I wanted to talk to you, but she'd made up her mind. I tried to work with her, I really did, but in the end, I just . . . I didn't . . . I didn't want you to be the one to do it. I would have rather lived with the horrible truth on my conscience for an eternity than have you kill your sister. Or have her hurt herself even more than she was." - Jane

I fell in love with one. And he fell in love with me." And then I died and his mother brought me back to life—it's great to have demigods as in-laws.

This is the problem with lying, Axe. You do it once, and the other person has no idea what else you've been untruthful about. I come from a family of lies and silence. I can't go into that shadow world with someone I'm intimate with. Moreover, I won't do it. I told you in the beginning, honesty is the most important thing

O forse si stava solo illudendo. Ciò di cui era sicuro era che avrebbe fatto qualsiasi cosa pur di salvare suo fratello. Ed era pronto ad essere maledettamente creativo.

Poor kid," Rhage said as the brother arrived. "Not hardly," V muttered as he appeared. "Boone's better off this way, true? That sire of his was a motherfucker." Butch shot a look at his roomie. "Will you please try to not bring that up at the goddamn ceremony? It's tacky." "I hate protocol." "No, really?" Rhage cut in. "Wait, let me get my shocked face on.

In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why blood relatives were given such importance in people's lives. The genetic lottery, which no one volunteered to play, spit you out wherever it did, without regard to compatibility, and yet somehow you were supposed to imbue that accident of procreation with all kinds of emotional weight and significance—simply because your parents managed to help you stay alive until you could get the fuck out of their house.

Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. "You would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. We're talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table

No child, no matter how they behave, is responsible for keeping their parents together or in a healthy relationship. That's up to the grown-ups. That's their job.

That was my life, Qhuinn. Those children…were my future, what was going to be left of me when I'm dead and gone. They were going to be…" As his voice cracked, he took a long drag. "They were going to carry my parents' traditions forward. They were milestones and happiness and a wholeness that even you can't give me.

I'm going to talk to her." "And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!'" "I hate you right now." -Darius & Tohrment

When you were rescuing the love of your life and his parents out in the middle of the blizzard. Even

When Wrath, son of Wrath, decided someone was his? He would drag the moon down to Earth if they needed it. The reaction was exactly what she had been too scared to wish for. Wrath lifted his glass. "To my son," he shouted over the crowd. "And more importantly . . . to my wife." As he turned his face to her, the love he felt made his eyes glow so fiercely, she could see the pale green light even through the wraparounds.

Love 'em or hate 'em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down. Goddamn it, you dragged your ass off the ground and you kept fighting. I've

We had all kinds of material things, but no emotional ties among the people living under that expansive roof." "When you are poor, all you have are the people in your life. Who they are and who they are to you? That is the wealth you have in the world. That is the wealth you pass down to the next generation

When you are poor, all you have are the people in your life. Who they are and who they are to you? That is the wealth you have in the world. That is the wealth you pass down to the next generation.

Okay, why couldn't he just be drinking right now? Still, bassinet jockeying one of these pooping machines had to be better than dodging bullets. Right? V glanced at the matched set of milk addicts. Fine, maybe the goo-goo, gaga/Glock assessment was more of a fifty-fifty.

Rehv stared up into his mother's eyes and never loved her more. He nodded once. "Look upon mine face and be assured, I so swear it. Bella and her issue shall never know. The past shall die with thee and me." His mother's shoulders eased under her dressing gown, and her shuddering sigh spoke loudly of her relief. "You are the son other mothers may only wish for." "How can that possibly be true," he said softly. "How can it not.

We're in this together, people, three fathers and one mom, two kids. Bam!

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down.

Imagine My Little Pony meets KUWTK and serves gluten-free food.

The essential truth of life, he was coming to realize, wasn't romantic and took only two words to label: Shit. Happens. But the thing was, you kept going. You kept your friends and your family and your mate as safe as you were able. And you kept fighting even after you were knocked down. Goddamn it, you dragged your ass off the ground and you kept fighting.