Quotes About Family

Mattie cocks her head. "Shame on you, then, Sallie Kincaid. You wanted to come back here to Caywood, assume your place in the Kincaid family, reminding everyone at every possible opportunity that you're the Duke's daughter, but now at the first sign of a family fight, you're saying you want no part of it. If you're truly a Kincaid, you don't have the luxury of sitting this one out.

She's the one married to Dad. That was her choice, I said. She needs to be firmer, lay down the law for Dad instead of getting hysterical all the time. What Dad needs is a strong woman. A caryatid wouldn't be strong enough for Dad. What's that? Pillars shaped like women, Lori said. The ones holding up those Greek temples with their heads. I was looking at a picture of some the other day, thinking, Those women have the second toughest job in the world.

Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten," Dad said, "you'll still have your stars.

Slow down, Sallie." Tom puts a hand on my arm, and then in a gentler voice says, "Your aunt will be okay. We'll see to that." "She wouldn't have got hurt if I'd been there." "Sallie, I don't know if that's true, and you don't either. But I do know you couldn't stay in Hatfield when the Duke sent for you. You had to come back. You had no choice.

Eventually, even Mom acknowledged that I'd done all right. "No one expected you to amount to much," she told me. "Lori was the smart one, Maureen the pretty one, and Brian the brave one. You never had much going for you except that you always worked hard.

I just stood there looking from one distorted face to another, listening to this babble of enraged squabbling as the members of the Walls family gave vent to all their years of hurt and anger, each unloading his or her own accumulated grievances and blaming the others for allowing the most fragile one of us to break into pieces.

And yet, that day back when Tom told me about all those different laws, he had a thirteen-year-old's spotty understanding of the way the world works but he sure was right about one thing. What matters most are the laws made by the people close to you, the ones you depend on. Now that's Mary. I reach for the ax.

Dad said something about freaks of nature, and Mom called Dad a Mr. Know-It-All Smarty-Pants who refused to believe that she was special. Dad said something about Jesus H. Christ on a goddamn crutch not taking that much time to gestate. Mom got upset at Dad's blasphemy, reached her foot over to the driver's side, and stomped on the brake.

Six months later, Maureen stabbed Mom.

Once the fire was out and the sodden, burned tree lay smoldering on the floor, we all just stood there. No one tried to wring Dad's neck or yell at him or even point out that he'd ruined the Christmas his family had spent weeks planning—the Christmas that was supposed to be the best we'd ever had. When Dad went crazy, we all had our own ways of shutting down and closing off, and that was what we did that night.

Dad, I said, you'll never build the Glass Castle.

My daddy is nothing like your daddy! I shouted. When my daddy passes out, he never pisses himself!

J'étais bien. Je regardais les miens. Je pouvais sentir battre leur cÅ"ur et respirer leur souffle. Auprès d'eux je me sentais en paix. J'avais le sentiment qu'ils protégeaient ma vie, tous les trois à leur façon. Je voulais qu'ils sachent à quel point je les aimais.

I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing? Hugo: No. Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death. Hugo: It is virtually certain that he is responsible for my life. We are even.

My work's never been accepted by my family, but it's something I'll always carry on with.

My family has spent 400 years farming on the banks of the Rio Grande. We know the value of hard work, love of the community, love for water and land.

Sometimes your personal life is much more significant. Sometimes your work life is more significant. Friends and family, or sometimes the general population, take precedence.

To be honest like when you work at something for a long time and then coming to a family of people who support what you do hmm... you are very lucky!

To put me through school my morn had to work, so I was a latchkey kid.

My older siblings and I all work in 'the industry'. So obviously we have hectic schedules, but we make it work.

My family pleaded with me to forget literature and do something sensible, such as find some sort of useful work.

Before Huey was 5, I could take him to work with me. Now, though, he has sports and lessons and friends, and it's not fair to remove him from his whole life.

My maternity leave will be a few weeks long and I'll work throughout it.

Never forget, your family should always have priority over your work.