Quotes About Family

I get so sick of people asking me, "Do you work?" Of course I work! I've got five children under ten—I work twenty four hours a day! But of course they mean, "Do you work for pay, outside your home?" Sometimes I hear myself say, "No, I don't work," and I think, "That's a complete lie!

He will toss everything aside if he must—Uther, the high kingship, Britain—before he will give up Morgan.

when it's your own child, you are not a babysitter. It's called parenting.

Parents don't get to call in and take a day off. As always, the sight of her filled me with such an unbearable ache of love that it nearly knocked me to my knees. How could one small person have become my entire existence? I couldn't even imagine life without her. She was the sum total of my reason for living. Picking

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Hannah? Tell me you didn't…" Delores paused to clear her throat, and when she spoke again, she sounded very tentative. "Did you?" "I'm afraid I did, Mother. I found Lucy last night." "Hannah! You've simply got to stop doing things like this!" "It's not like a scavenger hunt, Mother. I don't go around looking for murder victims on purpose." Hannah realized she sounded

When Tracy was three she looked up at her aunt and asked, Why don't we have dessert for breakfast?

A hot, dry breeze greeted the Swensen sisters and their mother when they emerged from the air-conditioned interior of McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas.

they constituted the list of names her mother and

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I'm only keeping in touch with you for the sake of the children. Way to look after our son, by the way. I let you have him for the weekend and before I know it he's chained underground, awaiting Last Times and stinking of mead.

My mother marked the events of her life with recipes, dishes of her own invention or interpretations of old favorites. Food was her nostalgia, her celebration, its nurture and preparation the sole outlet for her creativity.

Ho provato una pena improvvisa per mia figlia, che si immagina amici invisibili per popolare lo spazio che la circonda. Egoista pensare che una madre possa riempire completamente quello spazio. Egoista e cieca.

This morning it was sunny and bright, and Maman was making Easter things. There were eggs, and hens, and rabbits, and ducks, all in different sizes and varieties of chocolate, and Maman was decorating them with gold leaf, and hundreds and thousands, and sugar roses and candied fruit. Later she'll wrap them in cellophane, like fabulous bunches of flowers, each tied with a long curly ribbon of a different color, and put them all on shelves at the back, as part of her annual Easter display.

Oh, she understood wine, my mother. She understood the sweetening process, the fermentation, the seething and mellowing of life in the bottle, the darkening, the slow transformations, the birth of a new vintage in a bouquet of aromas like a magician's bunch of paper flowers. If only she had had time and patience enough for us. A child is not a fruit tree. She understood that too late. There is no recipe to take a child into sweet, safe adulthood. She should have known that.

I know you don't remember her much, Narcisse, but your mother was very strong. Stronger than anyone I've known; strong and sweet as peach liqueur .

I believe in family values and following your dreams.

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I learn from my own daughter that you don't have to be awake to cry.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars.

24/7) once you sign on to be a mother, that's the only shift they offer.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

the people you love can surprise you every day... maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.