Quotes About Family

His ex-wife dumped him and the kids. Sophia's gaze lifted from the wine she held, met his. Dumped? Yeah, decided there was a big old world out there, and she was entitled to it. Couldn't explore it or herself with a couple of kids and a husband hanging on. So she left. How do you know this? Maddy talks to me.

Why, Griffin Lott. Shelby said her little girl was smitten with you. Are you smitten with the mama? Her brother's right here, and he's already threatened to punch me. She'd be your type, Matt put in. My type? Because you don't have a type, as long as she's female. Her brother's sitting right here, Griff repeated and applied himself to his beer.

That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. It's an art to read the stars, baby. I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart.

They sat around the kitchen table, eating the sandwiches and drinking glass after glass of cold milk.

I was having fun at grandma's house, but I kept thinking about Clifford. I wondered if he was thinking of me. He was. He loves his mom, but as soon as he could, he hurried home. So did I . . . . . . because I am thankful for Clifford, and he is thankful for me.

It is those that we live with and love and should know who elude us.

In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing.

At Ilinskoye, Serge left the room in which his young sister-in-law had died completely untouched, locking a door that would never again be opened by anyone but himself.

Oggi è il compleanno di mamma". "L'hai già chiamata?": "Non ancora"... "Chiamala e basta. Ti farà sentire una merda. Ma è quello che fanno sempre le madri". Non era per niente quello che facevano sempre le madri. Lei non sarebbe diventata quel tipo di madre.

The possibility of parents and children sharing the same cultural interests has increased dramatically over the past twenty-five years; today, the central bifurcation is how that communal culture is accessed and interpreted and experienced.

The Brady Bunch Movie, released in February of 1995

The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don't know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.

There are worse things than finding your wife and child dead. You can watch the world do it. You can watch your wife get old and bored. You can watch your kids discover everything in the world you've tried to save them from. Drugs, divorce, conformity, disease. All the nice clean books, music, television. Distraction.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will f--- you up, every time.

Maybe it's just a daughter's job to piss off her mother.

We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.

For sure, they don't teach you this in history class, but in colonial times, the person who got left in the stocks overnight was nothing less than fair game for everybody to nail. Men or women, anybody bent over had no way of knowing who was doing the ram job, and this was the real reason you never wanted to end up here unless you had a family member or a friend who'd stand with you the whole time. To protect you. To watch your ass, for real.

Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

I am the child of a lunatic. Not a child of God.

Her mom and dad are both doctors and want her to follow her dream, not turn out the way they have, no matter how much it costs them.

I love and adore all of my family, except when I'm with them.