Quotes About Family

Cosette intuyó que su padre le estaba mintiendo, pero también que le estaba mintiendo con la verdad.

Yes, we can debate our faith—even argue. But in the end, we need to recognize that we're all members of the same big family. Faith in Christ can be the tie that brings and binds us together, even when everything else threatens to pull us apart.

Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's third wife Day.

Piece of cake." Brandon's grin had a certain very familiar male cockiness about it. "Dad says this time around I was his sucker punch." His grin faded slightly and his expression grew more serious as he continued. "But when we realized you were in danger, Dad went wild. I doubt if any car, even that old 'vette Dad used to drive, ever made the kind of time on River Road your Buick made last night. Dad really is a hell of a driver, isn't he?

Colby was massaging her lower back with an automatic motion. He always knew when she was hurting. She leaned into his warm palm, savoring the small comfort. "You okay, honey?" Colby asked with concern. "I'm fine. Just the usual aches and pains. I'll be so glad when this baby gets here." Colby grinned. "This from the woman who's been worrying about surviving labor pains for nearly nine months?

Dad says Specter gets steak every Saturday night for the rest of his life." "Specter will hold him to that, I'm sure." Diana leaned back against the pillows. "Hurry up and tell me the rest. Once Colby gets back, he probably won't tell me a thing. All he'll want to discuss is breast-feeding techniques and how to change diapers.

I can't begin to imagine the shock of having a body fall out of the fireplace. And your aunt's fireplace, at that. She was a vegan, for heaven's sake. She killed him, Mom. She didn't eat him.

L'humain vous gêne aux entournures dans la famille. Il vous faut un tête-à-tête avec le destin et la mort. Et tuer votre père et coucher avec votre mère et apprendre tout cela après, avidement, mot par mot. Quel breuvage, hein, les mots qui vous condamnent ? Et comme on les boit goulûment quand on s'appelle Å'dipe, ou Antigone.

if he doesn't want to come home, then we will bring home to him.' And that's why we are all here.

Mother did not answer. She was still gazing up at the sky. After a while she said, I made up a sort of saying for myself, Nat. I will lift up my eyes unto the stars. Sometimes, if you look at the stars long enough, it helps. It shrinks your day-by-day troubles down to size. She smiled. 'We'd better go back. Granny and Father will be wondering where we are.

Of course he won my heart. Many children did. I often thought that I should have liked children of my own if it were not for the undignified manner of getting them.

So the puppy (the future George III) won't be bewolfenbütteled, he says. I'll teach him whether to defy me. I say he shall be bewolfenbütteled, and like it! (George II on a proposal to marry his grandson to a princess of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel, Jean Plaidy.)

sisters and brothers should never quarrel; they must always stand together against the rest of the world if need be.

The fact is,' said Norah, 'that there's something wrong with our family. We're soft, or lazy, or something.' 

I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven. He or she has to learn to forgive him or herself.

There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents, it is difficult to construct any narrative of your own.

Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's claws and you their furniture. Let me see the wounds that they denied. The battle ground of family life that has been your body. Let me see the bruised red lines that signal their encampment. Let me see the routed place where they are gone. Lie beside me and let the seeing be healing. No need to hide. No need for either darkness or light. Let me see you as you are.

Unconditional love is what a child should expect from a parent even though it rarely works out that way.

I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence.

When Jordan was a baby he sat on top of me much as a fly rests on a hill of dung. And I nourished him as a hill of dung nourishes a fly, and when he had eaten his fill he left me. Jordan... I should have named him after a stagnant pond and then I could have kept him, but I named him after a river and in the flood-tide he slipped away.

She hated being a nobody and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents - we don't really have any choice.

Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning, the love you get is the love that sets.

If there's such a thing as spiritual adultery, my mother was a whore.

I did upset the children. Not intentionally, but effectively.