Quotes About Family

My father always said I would do something big one day. 'I've got a feeling about you, John Osbourne,' he'd tell me, after he'd had a few beers. 'You're either going to do something very special, or you're going to go to prison.' And he was right, my old man. I was in prison before my eighteenth birthday.

Édesapám pedig, akinél így minden összefolyt, mint a vizek az óceánban, azt gondolta (mikor még élt), hogy nyilván létezik valaki, Valaki, aki nekem se mond el mindent, hogy ne legyen sok nekem se.

15 For fifty fillérs my father would eat a fly, for one florint you could take a picture of the cadaver in his tongue, for five florints and an apple (Starking), he'd bite a mouse in two. He never worked with outsourced mice, he liked to catch his own.

274 My father is just like Piero della Francesca's father: metaphorical.

Well, anyway, we walked around for a while, looking at the animals, and suddenly he asked me to marry him outside the cage of the Siberian yak. No sir, exclaimed Sigsbee H with a sudden strange firmness, the indulgent father who for once in his life asserts himself. When you get married, you'll get married in St Thomas's like any other nice girl.

What more could you want? How about dominion over this 'beautiful place'? Beauty doesn't last. Friends and family decay. Power is the only thing that goes on forever. Jack answered with his gut. No, love goes on forever.

Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey outloud?' 'Yes, Grandma, you did.' She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. 'Good.

Sometimes the people closest to you betray you, and your home isn't a place you can be happy anymore. It's hard, but it's true.

What if all I'd ever known was how it had been for the past three years - me being an unwanted outsider in my own family? I might have turned out like Aphrodite, and I might still be letting my parents control me because I was hoping desperately that I would be good enough, make them proud, so that some day they would really love me.

Your dad would stake me out to freeze if I let you fall and hurt yourself. He offered me his arm, which I latched onto gratefully. He wouldn't stake you out, I panted as we forced our way through the hard top layer of snow that was almost thigh deep. He'd just shoot you. Well that's a comfort.

She's way too old to be acting a fool because she has a screwed-up mommy." "Please. Just please with the blame-my-mommy-'cause-I'm-a-bitch crap

Over Kyle's shoulder she could see grandpa, looking like a cross between a grizzly bear and a giant pissed-off blowfish.

If my parents aren't ignoring me, they're insulting me. I like being ignored better.

Und was passiert, wenn du nicht mehr da bist, um [...] mich immer daran zu erinnern, wie ein Zuhause ist?

This is what it feels like to be part of a family. I like the way it feels!

You might want to know that my dad taught me to shoot so that I could hunt with him, which I've been doin' since I was a kid. I can kill a pheasant in flight. I can kill a rabbit running for its burrow. I've even shot a squirrel scrambling up a great big ol' oak. So, I can damn sure hit your knee from a few feet away. Now, you and your boys need to back the fuck away from our truck, or I will happily give you tangible proof that I am indeed an excellent shot.

It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.

everything is relative. you, for instance, are my relative.

As a rule, you see, I'm not lugged into Family Rows. On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across premieval swamps and Uncle James's letter about Cousin Mabel's peculiar behaviour is being shot round the family circle ('Please read this carefully and send it on Jane') the clan has a tendency to ignore me. It's one of the advantages I get from being a bachelor - and, according to my nearest and dearest, practically a half-witted bachelor at that.

On the occasions when Aunt is calling Aunt like mastodons bellowing across primeval swamps...

She gave me another of those long keen looks, and I could see that she was again asking herself if her favourite nephew wasn't steeped to the tonsils in the juice of the grape.

One of the advantages a sister has when arguing with a brother is that she is under no obligation to be tactful. If she wishes to tell him that he is an idiot and ought to have his head examined, she can do so and, going further, can add that it is a thousand pities that no-one ever thought of smothering him with a pillow in his formative years.

Aunts Aren't Gentlemen