Quotes About Family

Do you want to be my dad?

The Queen closed her eye and nodded. She opened it again, and there was a tear tracking down her face. "I tried to be what I was meant to be, Father. It was never personal.

wildcat. I found him in a Dumpster one day when he was a kitten and he promptly adopted me. Despite my struggles, Mister had been an understanding soul, and I eventually came to realize that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure.

Family isn't something one discards lightly.

Some free advice for you: Never fight an old man. They've been there, done that, written the book, made and starred in the movie, designed the T-shirt, and they've got no ego at all about how the fight gets won. And never fight family. They know you too well.

Bob wasn't precisely a friend to me but…I was used to him. In a way he was family, the mouthy, annoying, irritable cousin who was always insulting you but who was definitely at Thanksgiving dinner. I had never considered the possibility that one day he might be something else.

She was more cute than pretty, and looked like someone's favorite aunt. Which seemed likely. She had a fairly large Irish Catholic family.

I've noticed that people got the most irrational whenever family was around—while simultaneously losing their ability to distinguish reason from insanity. I call it familial dementia.

It's idiotic to miss the chance to be with them while you can.

Birthdays are about families. Whether they're a biological family or one that's come together by choice, it's your family who gathers to celebrate the anniversary of *you*.

She could be a pain in the ass, but she was one gutsy chick. Her kids were lucky to have a mother like her. A lot of moms would say that they would die for their children. Charity had placed herself squarely in harm's way to do exactly that.

Those who have such a family seldom realize how rare and precious it is.

The child was my daughter. It didn't matter that I hadn't known about her or that I had never seen her with my own eyes. There was a child of my blood who needed my help and protection. I was her father. I would die to protect her if need be. End of story.

Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon—perfect.

The prodigal son has been welcomed home with open arms." "Really?" "Well," Thomas amended, "with reluctant, irritated arms, anyway.

Of course it went badly," Karrin said. "It was a fight with someone in your family. Believe me, family fights are the worst." "The family hasn't even been assembled yet and there's fights," I complained. "Looks pretty assembled to me, from what I've seen," she said, her tone dry.

Maggie nodded to me several times and then said, very seriously, "You're a little scary sometimes. You should know that. Regular dads don't say things like this.

Will you take care of my daughter?" "Yes, ma'am. Of course I will." Her blue eyes flashed fiercely, and she said, "Let me get you a piece of cake.

To the best of my knowledge, sir, Benedict said in an apologetic tone, no one has ever been able to tell my dear cousin anything. At all.

I eventually came to realise that I was a part of his little family, and by his gracious consent was allowed to remain in his apartment. Cats. Go figure.

Michael was looking at me very oddly as he lowered the Sword. "What?" I asked him. "Charity," he predicted, "is not going to be pleased.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable. Home is part of the fabric of who humans are. Doesn't matter if you're a vampire or a wizard or a secretary or a schoolteacher; you have to have a home, even if only in principle—there has to be a zero point from which you can make comparisons to everything else. Home tends to be it.

I will make Maggie safe. If the world burns because of that, then so be it. Me and the kid will roast some marshmallows.

Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit with a ferocious smile. "Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!" he shouted, pointing at Doroga. "He followed me home! Can we keep him?