Quotes About Family

Right now, Mama G's memory is like the ocean. It comes and goes, high tide and low tide. But each time, the beach erodes a little bit more.

How can you become the leader of Romany if you're a prince of Oxenburg? I have three brother. And as Tata Natasha is fond of telling us, there is not room on the throne for four asses.

Mama G nodded and turned away, pulling a tissue from her sweater pocket and wiping her eyes. "I'm making this harder on us both." "Nonsense. You're scared. To be honest, I'm scared, too. But we're together and that isn't going to change.

Beni öldürmen korkunç bir hata olur. Ailemdek? kad?nlar kötü bir ÅŸekilde öldürüldükleri takdirde, hayalet olarak geri dönme eÄŸilimindedir. Thomas'?n bak??lar? Fia'n?n gözlerine kilitlendi. Hayalet mi? Evet, süzülen beyaz elbisemi giyinir, boÄŸaz?mdan ac? sesler ç?kar?r?m. Böyle bir ÅŸeyi görmekten pek hoÅŸlanmazs?n.

Because I am your favourite grandson, and you love me more than all of my brothers. Nyet . You are the most frustrating of my grandsons. Find a good woman, marry her, have children - then you will be my favourite. Perhaps I shall settle for second favourite. What would that take?

No, my lord. I merely thought it unwise for you to visit the Duke of Massingale and request his granddaughter's hand in marriage while intoxicated." Reeves replaced the stopper on the decanter and carried it back to the sideboard. "His Lordship would not appreciate such a display.

Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomond To her three wee Grandaughters one cold night.

You might be a good mom...You can practice on me.

An uncle?" Christian looked from his brother, to his sister-in-law. "But…how?" Prudence laughed, Beth chiming in. Tristan shook his head ruefully. "I will explain it to you later." "No, no! I didn't mean that! I just—when did this happen? How long have you known?

My father sent him out to civilize the lost sons he'd neglected, but damn me if all I've seen him do is marry us off." "Oh dear, how dreadful!

I need a bath." He chuckled. "You smell of smoke, as do I." The duke turned, leaning heavily on his cane. "Jameson, open the carriage door. We shall return to the house." Beth smiled up at Christian. "Shall we adjourn to the house to get some ointment for your hands and a bath, my love?" His eyes lit. "A bath?" Grandfather snorted. "Someone send to London for a special license! Now.

In the dolphin family, if one is lost, all are lost.

His mother is worrying about him, Ma said. His mother is wishing her boy would come home.

Billie Jo's father brought in a pail of kerosene put it next to the stove, Billie Jo's ma thought it was water so she used it and ending up catching the pail on fire ma went to get pa and Billie Jo thought she was doing a good thing by getting rid of the pail that was on fire not knowing her mom was coming back into the house and caught her mom on fire and Billie Jo put out the flames on her mom with her hands.

Ma had been a tumbleweed too, holding on for as long as she could, then blowing away on the wind. My father was more like the sod. Steady, silent, and deep. Holding on to life, with reserves underneath to sustain him, and me, And anyone else who came near. My father stayed rooted, even with my tests and my temper, even with the double sorrow of his grief and my own, he had kept a home until I broke it.

Antagonism in my family comes wrapped in layers of code, sideways feints, full deniability. I believe the same can be said of many families.

But no one is easier to delude than a parent; they see only what they wish to see.

Every mother can easily imagine losing a child. Motherhood is always half loss anyway. The three-year-old is lost at five, the five-year-old at nine. We consort with ghosts, even as we sit and eat with, scold and kiss, their current corporeal forms. We speak to people who have vanished and, when they answer us, they do the same. Naturally, the information in these speeches is garbled in the translation.

I am the daughter of a psychologist. I know that the thing ostensibly being studied is rarely the thing being studied. (We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, p. 99)

who knows you better than your own brother?

My sister, Fern. In the whole wide world, my only red poker chip.

IN MOST FAMILIES, there is a favorite child. Parents deny it and maybe they truly don't see it, but it's obvious to the children. Unfairness bothers children greatly. It's hard to always come in second.

My brother and sister have led extraordinary lives, but I wasn't there, and I can't tell you that part. I've stuck here to the part I can tell, the part that's mine, and still everything I've said is all about them, a chalk outline around the space where they should have been. Three children, one story. The only reason I'm the one telling it is that I'm the one not currently in a cage.

I DIDN'T KNOW what she was thinking or feeling. Her body had become unfamiliar to me. And yet, at the very same time, I recognized everything about her. My sister, Fern. In the whole wide world, my only red poker chip. As if I were looking in a mirror.