Quotes About Family

You hate men, you've hated Daddy for years, and the sad thing is that he hasn't known it. And the terrible thing is that you hate yourself so much that you just don't hate men or Daddy but you hate everything, animal, vegetable and mineral.

I turned away from a bearded face. I put Elsie Timson's holy book down a lavatory. At St Monica's School for Girls I sat in innocence, drinking cocoa with Miss Tample until Miss Tample became a monster. My father ran away, my mother was disgraceful. God is in this kitchen,' cried Mrs Eckdorf. 'God is revealing Himself through that sleeping woman.

C'mon and let your Uncle Kirby shoot you.

No. My family lived back in Ohio. Still does, I reckon. I ain't seen 'em since I was twelve.

Falcon kissed his sister on the forehead. "We'll find her," he said. "I promise you, we'll find her, and we'll bring her

Kerry had "unusual" eyes, and she was "strange," and her mother didn't understand her, either.

She folded her arms around her stomach: how precious she seemed to herself, carrying another life, and one that was part his; carrying another design of nose and eyes and mouth, fingers and toes and tiny bones, all within herself.

Everything was going along just fine until Mama caught me cutting out of the circles of tin with her scissors. I always swore she could find the biggest switches of any woman in the Ozarks.

I'd been living around Mama for fourteen years; and a boy can learn a lot about his mama in that length of time.

When I saw my little sister kneeling in the center of that snow-white circle, and that old crutch laying on the ground beside her, I forgot about ponies and .22s. I wanted my little sister to get that old leg of hers fixed up. I wanted that more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. That was going to be my wish. Once

I know," said Papa. "It's all right with me, but

The love of a foster mother for her charge appears absolutely irrational.

I'm -- earthy. I don't look at a figure on a cross, I look at the things round me. Those are what I love; my husband, my child, my dog, my garden, my spinet, my bedroom, my home. Earthy. You see. But I have love overflowing for all those. Those are more important to me than a Man sitting on a throne in Heaven. I hope if I explain it to Him when I see Him, He'll come round to see it my way . . .

I wish your husband well and hope he'll come home again to domestic bliss.

Yes. Oh yes. I told him Caroline wanted to break the journey down here to be in Bodmin during the election, but Caroline has written him also, so it was no news. Like her to ask me to ask her uncle and then to write herself!" "She's only a girl. Be patient with her, Unwin. You'll need patience. She's temperamental and wayward. And there are others will think her a good catch beside yourself.

Dinner began at five and went on until seven forty. It was a meal worthy of the age, the house, and the season. Pea soup to begin, followed by a roast swan with sweet sauce, giblets, mutton steaks, a partridge pie, and four snipe. The second course was a plum pudding with brandy sauce, tarts, mince pies, custards, and cakes, all washed down with port wine and claret and Madeira and home-brewed ale. Ross felt that there was only one thing missing: Charles.

Joshua Poldark died in March 1783. In February of that year, feeling that his tenure was becoming short, he sent for his brother from Trenwith.

All the adult family was present except Beth, Paul's wife, who was sharing Keren's lonely vigil in the cottage over the hill. Despised by Keren in life, Beth could yet not bear the thought of allowing her to lie untended all through the summer evening.

we might share this road as far as Trenwith?' 'You're staying with your uncle?' 'Yes.

His parents should be here soon. I shall feel happier when they are able to take the responsibility.

The Trenwith Poldarks had never been sticklers for the agrémens

There is no doubt that it is around the family and the home that all the greatest virtues, the most dominating virtues of human, are created, strengthened and maintained.

The foundation of the Germanic system was blood and kin.

St Patrick was a Roman Briton of good family dwelling probably in the Severn valley.