Quotes About Family

We watch them grow, with sadness and amazement and fear. We have stepped away, but not entirely away. They know this. They sense it. We are no longer here, but we are not yet gone. And we will be like that for the rest of their lives. We watch, and they surprise us. We watch, and they surpass us.

But none of that really mattered. I had found my tribe. It felt like a family reunion for the family I'd never really known, a homecoming at the place where I was always meant to be nut hadn't known how to find.

It is a dangerous thing with brothers, to think that you could be as strong as them, or as wise as them, or as good as them. To believe that you could have been the same person, if only you hadn't gone a different way. To think that your parents raised you the same, and that your genes combined the same, and that the rest of what has happened in all your triumph . . . or failure.

So many of us had to leave. But every single one of us wishes we hadn't had to. Every single one of us wishes our family had acted like our family, that even when we found a new family, we hadn't had to leave the other one behind. Every single one of us would have loved to have been loved unconditionally by our parents. Don't make him leave you, we want to tell Mrs. Kim. He doesn't want to leave you.

It's always something we have to negotiate — the fact that my parents are happy, and yours have never been. I have something to live up to, and if I fail, I still have a family to welcome me home. You have a storyline to rewrite, and a lack of faith that it can ever be done.

Blood is thicker than water, I suppose. It can also leave a much crueler stain.

Brothers are not like sisters.

boundbydad: and, so you meanwhile, no bid saturday night plans? more quality time with mom? grayscale: you, my dear, are my saturday night plans. boundbydad: i'm honored.

It is hard to stop seeing your parents as parents and to start seeing them as human beings. It's a two-sided transition, and very few people manage it gracefully.

Craig can't bear it. He opens his eyes, looks over to Tariq, who has tears in his own eyes. He mimes writing. Tariq scrambles for a marker and some paper. He runs over to Craig. All the things Craig has to say boil down to the essential... I'M GAY, MOM. I'M GAY. Craig rotates his and Harry's bodies so he's facing his mother. Then he holds up his shaky sign. He sees her eyes as she understands it.

it is hard for us to be alone between school and our friends and our families and his track practice and my literary magazine. so this pause is heaven, feeling entirely open

More than anything else, we want to fit into our own families.

I was seventeen, halfway toward eighteen, and I had learned something nobody had ever taught me: Once you get to a certain age, especially if a driver's license is involved, you can go a whole day—a whole week, even—without ever seeing your family. You can maybe say good morning and maybe say good night, but everything in the middle can be left blank.

But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

Hi. I'm Thom. With an 'h'. I tell him, I'm Gnorah. With a 'g'. The 'g' is silent. Like 'gnome.' Really? Thom says. No, not really. I have an 'h' too. At the end. Used to be just N-O-R-A but when I had the H legally added to my name after my dad failed to sign up Norah Jones when he had the chance. I don't like him to forget these things easily.

Kids don't really get to hear their parents giggle enough if you ask me...

I cried because I am starting to realize that to love someone, to really love them deeply, is to want them to be family.

In the long term, I can see how siblings could be helpful in life?someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or wrong, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at the once, and doesn't mind. I understand that. But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

I wondered: Did mom and Darren hurt us more by what they did or by what they didn't do? Which wounds us more-the hostile presence or the absent kindness?

En las siguientes elecciones, voy a votar por tu mamá para que sea el siguiente Dios –Dice Tony cuando tomo el teléfono.

Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses.

I access our history and get the usual muddle of love and competition that any two sisters share.

Kids don't really hear their parents giggle enough if you ask me.

Will, he says, do you have a sec to talk in the living room? I spin around in the desk chair and stand up. My stomach flips a bit because the living room is the room least likely to be lived in, the room where the nonexistence of Santa is revealed, where grandmothers die, where grades are frowned upon, and where one learns that a man's station wagon goes inside a woman's garage, and then exits the garage, and then enters again, and so on until an egg is fertilized, and etc.