Quotes About Family

William made his own children sign a checkout slip if they wanted to carry a book

When she died of lung cancer a few years later, it felt like a malicious cosmic joke. When Grandpa married Margaret the fundamentalist Christian, that was the punch line.

The Communist Party's explicit aim was to destroy the family as an institution: The framework of the individual family, which has existed for thousands of years, has been shattered for all time... We must regard the People's Commune as our family and not pay too much attention to the formation of a separate family of our own.

Palindrome as well. My sister's name is Hannah. Father liked word games. He was fourteen times World Scrabble Champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.

I was born on a Thursday, hence the name. My brother was born on a Monday and they called him Anton--go figure. My mother was called Wednesday, but was born on a Sunday--I don't know why--and my father had no name at all--his identity and existence had been scrubbed by the ChronoGuard after he went rogue. To all intents and purposes he didn't exist at all. It didn't matter. He was always Dad to me...

A missing arm might ruin your symmetry. Personal asymmetry where I come from is a big taboo and brings great shame on the family and sometimes even the whole village. Do you then have to kill yourself over it or something? Goodness me, no! The family and village just have to learn to be ashamed--and nuts to them for being so oversensitive.

Cucumbers are technically a fruit and in the same family as pumpkins, melons and squash, so it may benefit those markets, although, to be honest, giant melons don't strike me as potentially that commercial.

You killed my pappy, said the youth, and my pappy's pappy. And his pappy's pappy. And my brothers Jethro, Hank, Hoss, Red, Peregrine, Marsh, Junior, Dizzy, Luke, Peregrine, George and all the others. I'm callin' you out, lawman.

For my father John Standish Fforde 1920-2000 Who never knew I was to be published but would have been most proud nonetheless--and not a little surprised.

I kicked off my shoes and flopped on the sofa next to Gran, who had fallen asleep over a sock she was knitting. It was already a good twelve feet long because, she said, she had "yet to build up enough courage to turn the heel.

I was glad to see I had only witnessed Dad's death and not the end of his life, as the two I learned are barely related at all.

She was the sort of parent you would want to have living close by, but only on the grounds that she would then never come to stay. I loved her dearly, but in small doses.

I have a mother,replied Hamlet gloomily as he bowed politely and kissed my mother's hand.She shares my uncle's bed. They should buy another one, in that case, she replied, practical as ever. They do a very good deal at IKEA, I'm told. ...

Father liked word games. He was fourteen times world Scrabble champion. When he died, we buried him at Queenzieburn to make use of the triple word score.

You are the best, most loving, supportive family anyone could ever have, I said through my sobs. I'm so sorry if I'm a burden. They all told me not to be so bloody silly, I told them not to swear, and Landen gave me a handkerchief for my tears.

Joffy, said Joffy, brother of Thursday. Hamlet, said Hamlet,Prince of Denmark

Tangling with the Goliath Corporation generally left you in one of two places: inside a wooden box with a grieving family outside, or inside a wooden box under six foot of soil with family wondering where you were. The former was if they didn't hold a grudge.

Their father, Polonius, was in a 'have a go' mood and joined in. He also made changes, and together they renamed it: The Tragedy of the Very Witty and Not Remotely Boring Polonius, Father of the Noble Laertes, Who Avenges His Fair Sister, Ophelia, Driven Mad by the Callous, Murderous and Outrageously Disrespectful Hamlet, Prince of Denmark." "What was it like?" "With Polonius? Very . . . wordy.

Dad had remained at liberty ever since;

I'm glad to see you're not mutilated in any way," he said. "A missing arm might ruin your symmetry. Personal asymmetry where I come from is a big taboo and brings great shame on the family and sometimes even the whole village." "Do you then have to kill yourself over it or something?" "Goodness me, no! The family and village just have to learn to be ashamed—and nuts to them for being so oversensitive.

They were my aunt and uncle; I loved them deeply, although both were mad as pants.

He thought for a moment. "Perhaps the Bennett family could do with some thinning . . ." "Pride and Prejudice!?" yelled Mycroft. "You heartless monster!

Emperor Zhark may have been the embodiment of terror across innumerable star systems, but he lived with his mum- and if the rumours were correct, she still insisted on bathing him.

I watched her leave, smiling to myself. I thought I knew my mother but I didn't. Children rarely know their parents at all.