Quotes About Family

There are ties that bind more complex than blood.

But kin is not the same as family." Raising my hand to his lips, he kissed it. "Rogier Courcel, Duc de Barthelme, is kin to me. You are family.

So you were good enough for the Cullach Gorrym, good enough to marry Dorelei mab Breidaia, good enough to beget Alba a successor, but not good enough for the Queen's daughter?" Urist's lips curled with scorn. The tip of his knife flicked upward. "Well, that's what I think of that, lad." The red yarn parted and fell.

Hey, sister buzz-kill, she said languorously to Jen. What crawled up your ass and died? I don't know, Jen retorted. What died and crawled up your ass? There were times I regretted being an only child. This wasn't one of them.

We're never going to forget our sister Jodie.

I'll wheel you into the kitchen, Katy,' said Clover. 'I can wheel myself,' I said. 'So what have you two been up to?

That's the really scary thing about my dad. He can make you feel so special - but he can also smash your face in.

Cook had made us a big veal-and-ham pie and a potato salad, with a fruit tart and the remains of the Christmas cake for dessert. The children got crumbs all over their clothes.

he's only got to look at me to see he comes first. First and last and all the stages in between. I

Jacqueline Wilson

You come to have tea with us tomorrow and we'll dress Matty up in her posh frock and she can give us a little twirl.

When we'd finished our ice creams Mum produced two cheese salad rolls, two packets of salt-and-vinegar crisps, two mini chocolate rolls, two apples, two bananas and two cartons of orange juice.

SO NOW WE were the Luck family – Victoria, Kendall and Lola Rose – and we had a whole new life going for us.

Why do you always have to argue with me? I'm your mother and I know best. Now come along.' So

What if this really is goodbye? What if this is the last time you ever see your mum?

It seemed so real it truly felt as if we were wrapped in rich furs, gliding over shiny white ice, with polar bears lumbering past, seals barking and waving their flippers, and penguins sliding comically on their tummies down the icy slopes into the black sea. My heart melted in this freezing fantasy land and in two minutes I loved Dad so much I was willing to forgive him anything.

Just then the cottage door opened – and a tall, broad-shouldered man strode in, smelling of fresh air and honest toil. He looked around the room and then stood still, looking stunned. 'Hetty – oh, my Hetty!' he cried. 'Jem!

Dad reads great fat books too, but they're not modern, they're all classics - Charles Dickens and Thomas Hardy. If we have a look at Dad's book we wonder what the Dickens they're on about and they seem very Hardy, but Dad likes them.

Oh poor Princess Emerald, you've been fated to be frozen all day,' said Dad, and he wrapped his arms round me.

It was my fault. We were all sitting squashed up on the sofa on Friday night watching Coronation Street, the second episode of the evening. Well, none of us were actually watching. Pixie was squatting on the arm of the sofa rubbing tomato sauce round her mouth, telling us over and over again that she was wearing lipstick like Mummy. My littlest sister, Pixie, could win the world record for repetition. She's three and talks all the time, though most of what she says is nonsense.

Dad bought us food from every single stall on the pier – lemon pancakes and doughnuts oozing jam and salty chips and fluffy candyfloss and 99 ice creams, just as he promised.

He squared up to me, hands on his hips. 'Who's telling me to get into bed? You can't boss me around. You're not my mum,' he shouted. He was only clowning around.

No, no, I'm the big sister fairy. I have to keep you in order.

My own father had sold me to a stranger.