Quotes About Family

Gavin recognized the look of his father, a half-empty bottle of resentment in his hand.

The Cortas are the most egocentric, narcissist, arrogant – outright weird – pack of fucks I have ever met,' Marina says. 'And every second I am away from them, it kills me.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig!

Grandfather was a tree

Fifteen years, and all he had to show were an amount of self-pity and a busted marriage with an innocent daughter hanging between them. It was more disgusting than sad.

And you're like a father to me,' Holmes replied, heading for the door. 'The fa-ther I get from you, the easier my life seems to be.

People could go about their lives again. He could give Samantha and Carrie a hug, though he sensed a reticence still in his granddaughter, who was yet to be jabbed. Were things really getting back to normal, or was there no longer any normal for them to get back to?

After a rainstorm on a brilliant Sunday morning, 17 January 1960, at Lucerne's Municipal Maternity Clinic, Audrey gave birth to a sturdy, well-made son. He weighed nine and a half pounds, and they called him Sean. The Christian name was chosen because it was the Irish version of Audrey's half-brother's name, Ian, and because it meant 'Gift of God', the significance of which was not lost on all who knew the baby's mother.

The best thing I've done with my money is buy a house for my family. You wake up to a house you love and you feel like somebody.

I really appreciate family. I really can't imagine life without them!

Even though I have a nice house, nice family, the rest of my generation is still in South Central L.A. My cousins, my brothers, my sisters, they don't wanna move out. They don't want to and they don't have the means to sustain it. That's where my heart is and that's what I think about all the time.

I wake up at 5:30, 6 in the morning, but don't head into the office right away. I like to hang out with my wife, talk about things, get some coffee, you know.

South Central is just who I am. Even though I have a nice house, nice family, the rest of my generation is still in South Central L.A. My cousins, my brothers, my sisters, they don't wanna move out.

There is no such thing as a normal family so don't trip off it, just deal with it.

No longer a jewel thief; once again my mama's son.

in South Central unexpectedly when I was orphaned at age twelve. I'm originally from New Jersey—born in Newark, raised in a middle-class suburb called Summit. My mother passed suddenly when I was in third grade from a heart attack. My father did his best to raise me on his own for a couple of years, but when I was in seventh

I moved out of my aunt's house and got my own apartment when I was seventeen. Since I was an orphan, my aunt was getting a Social Security check for $250 every month, and finally I said, "Look, give me the money. You don't want me here anyway—I'm gone.

When I was eighteen, I got my girlfriend pregnant—she was still in the tenth grade—and, looking for a way to support my daughter, trying to do the responsible thing

Only two weeks after my brother died, I find

out that my father is in the hospital with lung cancer. No one in my family wanted to tell me about it. My niece who I hadn't talked to in years wrote me a letter to tell me that my dad had cancer and he needed a lung transplant. She said he was already skinny as a toothpick.

Man, don't worry about me," he said. "I know you're going to get out of there." "Dad, I don't know if I'm ever coming home. You can have one of my lungs. If I'm gonna die in prison, I'd rather something of mine be free.

I love you," he said. "All I want you to do is come home and be with your daughter." "Stop talking like that, Dad," I said. "I'm gonna work on getting a hardship transfer, so I can be at a prison closer to L.A. We'll see each

other—just stop talking like you're leaving us." After getting that letter from my grandmother asking God to intercede and change my heart, I decided I'd start to go to this little church at Calipatria. They used to have coffee and donuts on Sunday, and I would sit there and pray

In October 2000, I finally received my hardship transfer to Donovan State Prison in San Diego. But it was too late for me to see my father. His cancer had progressed and there was no way he could make the 120-mile trip from