Quotes About Family

Don't judge a home by its appearance, but by the warmth of its welcome.

My father warned me about men and booze but he never said anything about women and cocaine.

You forget I know you as my own son, Michael. The eyes that follow Lady Beatrix are not those of a man who stalks his prey—at least, not for the killing.

Catriona var det første mennesket han hadde klart å snakke om faren med uten å føle skam, det første mennesket som hadde tilbudt hjelp, praktiske råd og kjærlig omsorg, noe han og Rosa sårt trengte etter at Poppy døde.

Verken ektemannen eller barnet hennes hadde syknet gradvis hen før de døde, så hun hadde hatt tid til å forberede seg, eller til å si avskjedsordene som burde ha vært sagt - nei, døden hadde kommet voldsomt og brått, den hadde feid alt annet til side og etterlatt henne helt hjelpeløs.

I want you to be my wife. And I want to be your husband. There's nothing stopping us, Molly. I know you're afraid. I see it in your eyes. But I'll take care of you. And your baby. I'll love you both. I already do.

Man, y'all make the Addams family look like Ozzie and Harriet."(Annie)

live with their family. She was right, it was better for me to be part of a family unit.

Even a crow finds its own child precious.

Even a crow thinks its child is golden.

Just how many ways it's possible to fuck up a child so badly that ten, twenty, forty years later they're still trying to make sense of it.

My house has one integral living space and I am sitting on the couch facing the TV, while she is perched on a stool at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, my laptop open in front of her. We have adopted these same positions so many times over the years, it's like we have worn a groove in time. I imagine us suspended here for ever, like tiny figures in a doll's house.

Everyone else we knew growing up is the same: image of their parents, no matter how loud they told themselves they'd be different

Everyone knows a wife and kids tie you down. What people miss sometimes is that mates, the proper kind, they do the same just as hard. Mates mean you've settled, made your bargain: this, wherever you are together, this is as far as you're going, ever. This is your stop; this is where you get off.

Something rippled round the table: a loosening, a settling, a long sigh too low to hear. Un ange passe, my French grandfather would have said: an angel is passing. Somewhere upstairs I heard the faint, dreamy note of a clock striking.

Lexie's baby. Four weeks . . .not quite a quarter of an inch: a tiny gemstone, a single spark of color slipping between your fingers and through the cracks and gone. A heart the size of a fleck of glitter and vibrating like a hummingbird, seeded with a billion things that would never happen now.

You don't have to like your family, you don't even have to spend time with them, to know them right down to the bone.

Every detective has a certain kind of case that he or she finds almost unbearable, against which the usual shield of practiced professional detachment turns brittle and untrustworthy. Cassie, though nobody else knows this, has nightmares when she works rape-murders; I, displaying a singular lack of originality, have serious trouble with murdered children; and, apparently, family killings gave Sam the heebie-jeebies. This case could turn out to be perfect for all three of us.

give my family an inch and they'll move into your house and start redecorating.

I didn't believe her, of course. The lie was transparent—it something that size, someone would have mentioned it during the door-to-door--and it went straight to my heart as no sonata ever could have; because I recognized it. That's my twin brother, his name's Peter, he's seven minutes older than me. . . . Children—it and Rosalind was little more—it don't tell pointless lies unless the reality is too much to bear.

When she was born I wanted to go out and kill someone for her, so she would know for sure, all her life, that I was ready to do it if it needed doing.

I love messy homes, homes where a woman and kids have left their mark on every inch: sticky finger marks down the walls, trinkets and nests of pastel hair-gadgets on the mantelpiece, that smell of flowery things and ironing.

Wayne," I said to Cassie, while we were getting him a Sprite and watching him pick his acne in the one-way glass. "Why didn't his parents just tattoo 'Nobody in my family has ever finished secondary school' on his forehead at birth?

Irgendwo hab ich gelesen, dass das letzte Wort auf der Black Box eines jeden abgestürzten Flugzeugs, das Letzte, was der Pilot sagt, wenn er weiß, dass er sterben wird, 'Mama' ist. Wenn dir mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit die ganze Welt und das ganze Leben entrissen wird, ist dieses Wort das Einzige, was dir bleibt.