Quotes About Family

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.

There was no love that I could see or feel between the men and the women; only boredom. Yet, paradoxically, I could also tell that this was what everyone wanted: a family structure they could be unhappy in; at least it formed the basis of a stable home, a baseline to a life that would otherwise not be tethered to anything.

Other Montreal non-Italians also incurred the wrath of the Rizzuto Family during the early years of the 21st century, usually for competitive drug dealing, failure to repay usurious loans, or for running investment schemes in which the family lost money. Those hapless targets received a severe beating, or in some cases were murdered.

He's too tired to squirm clear of her, which is good 'cause pinching and kissing and hugging will calm an Italian mother-person better than anything.

She said Mom closed up the house one day, turned the oven on full, and sat by its open door. Apparently it's still a Cry For Help, even though our oven's electric.

Dr. Forrester got lost in the snow and staggered into the hall and collapsed on the floor. If the door had been locked he would probably have died. So ever since then Uncle Jock and Aunt Mamie have never allowed the door to be locked.

They had finished their meal. Anne rose to fetch the coffee and as she passed his chair she bent over and kissed him lightly on the forehead. It was a butterfly caress and exactly expressed the relationship between them, which was almost that of father and daughter, but not quite. Fathers and daughters have always known each other and take their affection for granted as a natural thing, but these two had found each other and were grateful.

But that's just it! I never saw the old lady. I heard plenty about her from Roger and the doctor and the black satin pincushion—and they all told me something different. The only thing they had in common was terror; they were all scared to death of Aunt Beatrice.

The story covers less than a year in the life of a family, and during this comparatively short period many things happen, some serious and important, others cheerful and gay. It is summertime—a summer during the greatest and most terrible of wars—but the author felt disinclined to bring such a grave and desperate matter into a lighthearted tale; here, then, are to be found only the lighter side and the small inconveniences of Total War; the larger issues are ignored.

When it became too wet and cold for out-door expeditions we went to a picture-house together, and sometimes on a Saturday evening we went to the theatre and saw a play. I realised that all these expeditions were planned for my benefit but there was no doubt Uncle Matt enjoyed them as much as I did. He had a natural capacity for enjoyment, he was full of energy and there was a boyishness about him which made him an excellent companion.

Perhaps your father wouldn't like it?" suggested Patty doubtfully. "Uncle James didn't like it much. I mean Hugo had to be very tactful about it. He couldn't really get on with his plans until Uncle James died. He died quite suddenly." (Arsenic, thought Will—but he still remained silent.)

Yes," says Bryan. "If Edgeburton wants some extra dibs he's only got to write a letter to his grandfather and he gets a postal order for five bob by return . . . he doesn't ask for it, even." "I hope not." "No," says Bryan. "He doesn't need to ask. Edgeburton just writes and says 'How are you?' and that sort of thing and the money arrives." "Edgeburton must write a very good letter.

she says she is delighted to have twins because they will be such nice companions for each other. They will do everything together, of course. The only thing that worries her is that she does not see how she and Jack can possibly afford to send them both to Eton . . . and it would never do to send one and not the other. I suggest that she should leave the future to look after itself.

From his earliest days William Ayrton's ambition had been to become a landed gentleman and to found a family. To modern ears this ambition may sound peculiar in the extreme, but in the more spacious times of William Ayrton it was a laudable ambition

There was physical comfort in abundance, the house was full of beautiful things, but there was no love, no kindness, there was none of the gentleness and consideration which makes the smallest cottage a home.

The young men were strangers to Tilly and therefore strangers to Chevis Green. They looked rather nice, rather interesting, but, as one was tall and fair and the other short and dark, neither of them was the future husband who would love her passionately and help in the production of her family.

was a good mother to her three children, but there was no vitality in her. She died — if not of a broken heart, of a bruised one — when her youngest child, a daughter, was eight years old.

Interesting? What do you mean?' 'Here are two brothers,' explained Neil. 'Andrew steals Randal's bride, and makes off with her like young Lochinvar, and twenty years later Randal steals Andrew's daughter.

People who have suffered a great deal of unhappiness through death or loneliness are often beset by the fear of losing their dear ones.

The relationship between a brother and sister is peculiar in the sense that it is unique for it is the only one in which the two sexes can meet as equals on a purely personal basis. No brother thinks of his sister as a woman and few sisters can see their brothers as men. For this reason there can be real friendship between them.

As she went about her tasks — writing letters, answering telephone calls and putting the house in order — Nell reflected that the war had killed her father just as surely as if he had been shot through the heart by a German bullet. It seemed odd that he, who had stayed at home in peaceful Amberwell, should be the first casualty in the Ayrton family.

Why not let Frances have a holiday?" inquired ?r. Wheeler, who was sick to death of the eternal argument. "It will do her good to be on her own for a bit." "On her own!" screamed Mrs. Wheeler. "Henry, what nonsense you talk! How can she go and live in a hotel by herself?" "I'm twenty-five," said Frances desperately. "I can look after myself perfectly well. I want a holiday . . . I've never had a holiday in my life.

Grace says she likes thinking about the future and making plans—even if the plans don't come off—and perhaps if Jack's old aunt dies in time they will be able to manage it all right. The old aunt is "over ninety and quite queer", so Grace does not feel that it is wrong to envisage her end.

Loneliness is inside a person," replied Sutherland. "It is possible to be lonely in a big city. If a person is contented and has enough work to do he will not feel lonely amongst the hills … but it is a wee bit out of the way and would not do for a man with young children who were attending school. All the same it is a solid little house and comfortable. If you are going in that direction Mistress Sutherland would be pleased to give you a cup of tea." Rhoda