Quotes About Family

Of all the Hathaways, Poppy was the one Catherine had always felt the most comfortable with. Poppy was a warm and talkative young woman who loved order and routine. Hers was an essentially sunny and accepting nature, providing a necessary balance to Harry's driven intensity.

The fourteen-year-old boys, Ashton and Augustus, were the youngest offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Simon Hunt, who had been close friends to the Challons since before Phoebe had been born.

By being the master of the house. Back in America the woman is the ruler of the home, but in England everything revolves around the man.

From time to time, I may adjust a situation to achieve a desired outcome for the benefit of my children, but that's not meddling.

Blood is no' what binds a family. Love is.

Although she didn't possess the robust sunstruck prettiness of her younger sisters, Helen was compelling in her own way, like the cool glow of moonlight. Her skin was very fair, her hair the lightest shade of blond. Kathleen found it interesting that although Lord and Lady Trenear had named all four of their children after figures of Greek mythology, Helen was the only one who had been given the name of a mortal.

Merritt," he repeated, testing the syllables on his lips. "'Tis a family name?" "Not exactly. I was born during a storm, on a night when the doctor wasn't available, and the midwife was in her cups. But the local veterinarian, Dr. Merritt, volunteered to help my mother through her labor, and they decided to name me after him.

Rhys tried to imagine what his mother would make of this subtle, incandescent creature with a mind full of books and music in her fingers. "She'll think you're too pretty. And too soft. She doesn't understand your kind of strength." Helen looked pleased. "You think I'm strong?" "I do," he said without hesitation. "You have a will like a steel blade.

He was sooty, muddy, and clearly exhausted, and his clothes reeked of smoke. "Poor old Buster," she said with a frown of concern. Luke had earned the affectionate family nickname as an energetic toddler, mowing down everything in his path and leaving broken teacups and vases in his wake.

After a long moment, he heard his mother say ruefully, "Sometimes I miss the days when I could solve any of my children's problems with a nap and a biscuit.

Some of her fear must have shone through her effort to maintain a reassuring facade, for her father took one of her hands and exerted a feeble tug to bring her closer to him. "Evie," came his faint whisper, "I'm going to your mother, y'see…she's got 'em to leave a back door open…so I can steal into 'eaven.

Keeping his movements relaxed, Devon went to the Arabian's stall. Asad turned his head sideways to view him, his teacup muzzle tightening in a sign of unease. "No need for concern," Devon murmured. "Although one can't blame you for wrinkling your nose at a Ravenel's approach.

This club's no place for you, tibby," he had told her with gruff fondness. "You has to stay away from a milling cove like me, and find some rum cull to marry." "Papa," she had begged, stammering desperately, "d-don't send me back there. Pl-please, please let me stay with you." "Little tangle-tongue, you belong with the Maybricks. And no use to hop the twig and run back here. I'll only send you off again.

No, Redbird," her father had replied, his mouth twitching at the corners. "That's why I married your mother—she's kind enough for two people." "Mother," Gabriel had asked hopefully, "could you be kind enough for three people?

Some of her fear must have shone through her effort to maintain a reassuring facade, for her father took one of her hands and exerted a feeble tug to bring her closer to him. "Evie," came his faint whisper, "I'm going to your mother, y'see… she's got 'em to leave a back door open… so I can steal into 'eaven." She laughed quietly even as a few hot tears spilled from her eyes.

It was hardly a surprise to find St. Vincent here, since his family owned the club, and his maternal grandfather had been Ivo Jenner himself. In recent years, St. Vincent had taken over the management of the club from his father. By all accounts, he was doing an excellent job of it, with his customary cool and relaxed aplomb.

Cam leaned over the bedside, clasping Jenner's hands in his just as Evie had done. "Father of my heart," the young Gypsy said softly, "be at peace with every soul you leave behind. And know that God will open your way in the new life.

Swallowing back her bitterness, Amelia glanced up at her brother and managed a rueful smile. "Thank you, but at this advanced stage of life, I have no ambitions to marry." Leo surprised her by bending to brush a light kiss on her forehead. His voice was soft and kind. "Be that as it may, I think someday you'll meet a man worth giving up your independence for." He grinned before adding, "Despite your encroaching old age.

Gabriel's family owned a private gaming house, ostensibly a gentlemen's club, patronized by royalty, aristocracy, and men of influence. Before inheriting the dukedom, his father, Sebastian, had personally run and managed the club, turning it into one of London's most fashionable gaming establishments.

It has occurred to me," she ventured, "that the family temperament isn't well suited to stewardship." Amusement glinted in his eyes. "Speaking as a man who has the family temperament in full measure, I agree. I wish I could claim to have a mother from steady, pragmatic stock, to balance out the Ravenel wildness. Unfortunately she was worse.

was Aunt Evie very upset when you told her about the letter?" "No. Only concerned for the boy's sake, and mine as well." "Many women in her position would consider him as... well, an embarrassment." That drew a real smile from him, the first she'd seen from him in a while. "You know Evie. She already thinks of him as someone else to love.

One glance was all it took to refute Gabriel's earlier speculation that Trenear had married her for financial gain. Or at least, she couldn't have been the only reason. She was a lovely woman, delicately feline, with tip-tilted brown eyes. The way her ruddy curls tried to spring free of their pins reminded him of his mother and older sister.

He hasn't proposed to Helen yet," she said evenly. "He will," Pandora said confidently. "He's come to dinner at least three times, and accompanied us to a concert, and let us all sit in his private box. Obviously the courtship is going very well." Pausing, she added with a touch of sheepishness, "For the rest of the family, at least.

We're hideously rich, Annabelle—and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you possibly consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection.