Quotes About Family

She was happy. Her father had always told her to make sure and recognise that state when it arrived, and acknowledge it. 'It's like money in the bank, old girl', he would say ...

All family histories, personal histories,are as sketchy and unreliable as histories of the Phoenicians, it seems to me. We should note everything down, fill in the wide gaps if we can. Which is why I am writing this my darlings.

Well, I shall understand your lingo one of these days, cousin.

Adopting a child is a blessing. Those who perceive themselves as doing someone a favor are not ready to adopt. Pity is such an insult. When making a lifetime commitment to someone, it's no time to let guilt or excessive altruism take over.

My mother is a fish.

Did you ever have a sister? did you?

no man can cause more grief than the one clinging blindly to the vices of his ancesters.

Caddy put her arms around me, and her shining veil, and I couldn't smell trees anymore and I began to cry.

She has no mother because fatherblood hates with love and pride, but motherblood with hate loves and cohabits.

I said I have committed incest father I said

Caddy olía como los árboles cuando llueve y como cuando ella dice que estamos dormidos.

You don't want your hands froze on Christmas, do you.

It's Cash and Jewel and Varadaman and Dewey Del', pa says kind of hangdog and proud too, with this teeth and all, even if he wouldn't look at us. 'Meet Mrs Bundren', he says.

people seemed to hold that the one sole end of the entire establishment of public office was to elect one man like Sheriff Hampton big enough or at least with sense and character enough to run the county and then fill the rest of the jobs with cousins and inlaws who had failed to make a living at everything else they ever tried.

He just stood and looked at his dying mother, his heart too full for words.

She died in one of the downstairs rooms, in a heavy walnut bed with a curtain, her gray head propped on a pillow yellow and moldy with age and lack of sunlight.

We had long thought of them as a tableau; Miss Emily a slender figure in white in the background, her father a straddled silhouette in the foreground, his back to her and clutching a horsewhip, the two of them framed by the back-flung front door.

Father said you swallow like you had a fishbone in your throat...

Because almost before he had even had time to think that, his uncle said, striding on, glib, familiar, quick, incorrigibly garrulous, incorrigibly discursive, who had always something curiously truthful yet always a little bizarre to say about almost anything that didn't really concern him:

Now I know it to be merely a function of the mind - and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town

Meet Mrs. Bundren, he says.

Jis kas vasar? nuvažiuoja iki pat Pensakolos aplankyti motinos, - pasak? mis Mertl. - Toksai žmogus negali b?ti blogas.

Meet Mrs. Bundren

the father who is the natural enemy of any son and son-in-law of whom the mother is the ally, just as after the wedding the father will be the ally of the actual son-in-law who has for mortal foe the mother of his wife.