Quotes About Family

Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family's name. Wicked daughters are firebrands, blackening the family's fame.

My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

And this is one of the final things I learn about love: it's found in its purest form, on this imperfect earth, between mothers and young children, because there's nothing they want except to make each other happy.

And the mother, who through all the years of her hardship had never shed a tear, wept at his trust and her deception.

I long to stretch out on the sofa, wrapping myself in the red quilt that's lying there. Then, with a stab, I recognize the quilt. My father had brought it back from a business trip he took to New England long ago. Ironic, how objects remain in your life long after people have exited.

I guess that's when people call their mothers - when their world is falling apart.

Daughter and mother, mother and daughter. Though we would like to think otherwise, how our lives echo each other's.

Nabakumar sighs. 'Ma,' he says. Then he is gone.

Ram: monarch, father, warrior, husband. The beloved who abandoned me when I needed him most. My greatest joy and my greatest despair.

To see awe in a parent's eyes—it is a strange, lonely feeling.

And that is the final advice that I leave for my children: my dearest boys, balance duty with love.

I was forced to face the truth. Ram no longer cared for me. Or if he did, it was pushed deep down inside him, suffocated by kingship. And since the children came from my body and were subject to the same gossip and doubts, he couldn't afford to care for them either.

Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family's name.

Ram and Lakshman had joined their father, who had been housed in a separate palace, at the edge of the royal grounds because it was considered inauspicious for brides and grooms to meet in the days that preceded the wedding. I had to console myself with the fact that in a few days we'd belong to each other. We'd spend the rest of our lives together, and we wouldn't allow any of society's foolish dictates to separate us.

So many photos, so carefully preserved. How absurdly central I'd been to my mother's life.

The grandfather dropped his weapons and knelt before him. On his face was a look I could only interpret as hope. "And have you come to set me free finally, Govinda?" he asked.

My presence would comfort my sister, who had looked up to me all her life. Wasn't that my duty too? Hadn't my mother told me to take care of her? These different loves and duties battled within me, but finally, my love for Ram won. Was it the right choice? I'd never be sure.

fashion wasn't as important to me as to Urmila. There would be time enough to wear my mother's saris. And in any case Ram's eyes were on me all the time, too.

Ram, lifting him up, also wept, because he knew that Dasharath was dead. 'He died just moments after you left, crying your name, his eyes darkening even before the dust had settled from the passing of your chariot,' Bharat said. I learned a new fact about love that day: it could kill.

Surely, all his life, Bharat had loved his mother dearly. Surely he realized that what she'd done had been for his sake alone. But today when he spoke of her, there was only disgust in his voice. Could love, which I'd taken to be powerful and everlasting, be so frail as well? Could you pluck it out of your heart as easily as you'd pull a weed from a bed of flowers?

My mom has always said that if I get a big head, she'll take me out of this business as quickly as I got into it.

The one thing my mom will let me get is a nice shoe sometimes.

My brother Trevor is theatrically trained. I used to watch him when I was younger and I was in love with it. It just seemed really fun to be someone else. So I begged my mom she was hesitant, but she eventually allowed me. And it turned out well, I guess.