Quotes About Family

You know that food eases every trouble.' Angie found herself smiling. How many times in her life had she come home from school, devastated by some social slight, only to hear Mama say, Eat something. You'll feel better ... 'I've been through two divorces. Food so doesn't help. I tried to get her to put some tequila in the basket, but you know Mama.' She leaned closer. 'I have some Zoloft in my purse if you need it.

know how much it hurts right now, Elsa. You can't unlove someone even if you want to, even if he breaks your heart. I understand not wanting to wake up. Lord, with this life of ours, who could blame you. But your daughter needs you, especially now. She is as foolish as her father. Ant worries me

Mama had called Leni the great love of her life and Leni thought maybe that was always true for parents and their children.

Make her tell you the story of the peasant girl and the prince." As he said it, he closed his eyes again, and his breathing turned wheezy. "All of it this time." "I know what you're thinking, Dad. Her stories used to bring us together. For a while, I even thought . . . but I was wrong. She won't—" "Just try, okay? You've never heard it all.

she'd prayed for more children. It had been difficult between them—not a lot, but a little—when Rachel had gotten pregnant with Ari.

More and more, though, those memories felt manufactured, false. She couldn't remember the last time her mother laughed about anything. All Mom did was work. Work, work, work. As if that would save them.

When Mom drew back, her eyes were bright and she was smiling. "You are of me, Loreda, in a way that can never be broken. Not by words or anger or actions or time. I love you. I will always love you.

She could hardly imagine a thing as terrible as losing your mother. The very thought of it made Leni sick to her stomach. A girl was like a kite; without her mother's strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds. Leni

Mama and dad had run off together; theirs was a beautiful, romantic story of love against all odds. Mama had quit high school and "lived on love." That was how she always put it, the fairy tale. Now Leni was old enough to know that like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with thickets and dark places and broken dreams, and runaway girls.

The things your parents say and the things your husband doesn't say become a mirror, don't they? You see yourself as they see you, and no matter how far you come, you bring that mirror with you." "Break it," Jean said. "How?" "With a gosh dang rock." Jean leaned forward. "I'm a mirror, too, Elsa. You remember that.

it's always about family. The past has an irritating way of becoming the present.

Love is what remains when everything else is gone. This is what I should have told my children when we left Texas. What I will tell them tonight. Not that they will understand yet. How could they? I am forty years old, and I only just learned this fundamental truth myself. Love. In the best of times, it is a dream. In the worst of times, a salvation. I

When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

Leni got to her feet, stared at him. I didn't mean to do that. The same words she'd heard spoken by her dad.

Rose, who spoke for the first time about her own lost children, had showed Elsa that grief could be borne one day, one chore, at a time.

felt to her as if her family stood poised on the edge of a great precipice that could collapse at any second, crumble away like the houses that crashed down Seattle's unstable, waterlogged hillsides.

Hey, Daddy," she whispered. It was a split second before she realized that she'd expected an answer. But, of course, there wasn't one. His heart—the one that had loved her so well—had finally given up.

As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is in the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is in my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is in the beating of my heart. I

Sooner or later, Meg, it's always about family. The past has an irritating way of becoming the present.

Memories didn't live on streets or in cities. They flowed in the blood, pulsed with your heartbeat.

There's no substitute for talking to the people you love. Thinking about them, dreaming about them, wishing things were different Ã¢â'¬Â¦ all of these are the beginning. But someone has to make the first move. I

On paper, did she and Mama even exist? And what if he found them anyway?

Madelaine: I guess it's up to you to carve the turkey. Angel: Come on, bro, show me how to carve up this bird. Francis: Start at the breast, Angel. God knows, you should know how to do that.

Although she'd been young—only four—Isabelle thought she'd learned what alone meant, but she'd been wrong. In the three years she'd lived at Le Jardin, she'd at least had a sister, even if Vianne was never around. Isabelle remembered peering down from the upstairs window, watching Vianne and her friends from a distance, praying to be remembered, to be invited, and then when