Quotes About Family

He was one of those children most deserving of pity, among all, one of those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless.

the goodness of the mother is written in the gayety of the child;

The goodness of the mother is written in the gaiety of the child.

VOLUME II.—COSETTE

Strange to say, at that epoch, people still imagined that a wedding was a private and social festival, that a patriarchal banquet does not spoil a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be honest, and decent, does happiness no harm, and that, in short, it is a good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence a family is destined to spring, should begin at home, and that the household should thenceforth have its nuptial chamber as its witness. And

she imagined that her mother's soul had passed into this good man and had come to live close by her.

Having an immense reserve fund of wrath to get rid of, and not knowing what to do with it, he continued to address his daughter as you instead of thou for the next three months.

She was satisfied after the manner of that Arab woman, who, having received a box on the ear from her husband, went to complain to her father, and cried for vengeance, saying: Father, you owe my husband affront for affront. The father asked: On which cheek did you receive the blow? On the left cheek. The father slapped her right cheek and said: Now you are satisfied. Go tell your husband that he boxed my daughter's ears, and that I have accordingly boxed his wife's.

There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she had long suffered. He had no children.

Le pavé lui était moins dur que le cÅ"ur de sa mère.

In questo mondo vi sono due esseri che trasaliscono profondamente: la madre che ritrova il figlio, e la tigre che ritrova la sua preda.

Father, you owe my husband affront for affront." The father asked: "Upon which cheek did you receive the blow?" "Upon the left cheek." The father struck the right cheek, and said: "Now you are satisfied. Go and tell your husband that he has struck my daughter, but that I have struck his wife.

But she wasn't an I. She was a we. Her two beautiful children were counting on her, even if Loreda didn't know it yet.

The sound of his voice reminds me that I am a mother and mothers don't have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.

Elsa said, "You saved me, you know." "Mothers and daughters. We save each other, si?

Elsa felt a deeply rooted shame in her daughter's rejection. In her hurt, she did what she'd always done: she disappeared. But all the while, she waited, prayed, that both her husband and her daughter would someday see how much she loved them and they would love her in return. Until then, she dared not push too hard or demand too much.

She whispered in his ear. "Tell my sister I asked about her. We parted badly." He smiled. "I am constantly arguing with my brother, even in war. In the end, we're brothers.

Marah will come looking for me one day, Kate had said, pressing the journal into my hands. Be with her when she reads it. And my boys… show them these words when they can't remember me.

You blame yourself when they are the ones to blame." Rose gave her a steady, reassuring look. "Remember, cara, hard times don't last. Land and family do.

Leni was afraid to stay and afraid to leave. It was strange—stupid, even—but she often felt like the only adult in her family, as if she were the ballast that kept the creaky Allbright boat on an even keel.

You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet. Because of you, I can survive. I hope that you can find strength in me, too, V. That because of me, you will find a way to be strong. Hold my daughter tightly tonight, and tell her that somewhere far away, her papa is thinking of her. And tell her I will return.

Vianne knew Rachel wasn't asking how to hide in the barn; she was asking how to live after a loss like this, how to pick up one child and let the other go, how to keep breathing after you whisper "good-bye." "I can't leave her.

The father who went off to war was not the one who came home.

I have spent a lifetime running from it, trying to forget, but now I see what a waste all that was. Antoine was Julien's father in every way that mattered. It is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.