Quotes About Family

I play Hopkins' daughter. Brad Pitt plays Death. He's a very-good looking Death. With him, dying isn't so bad.

Fifteen years ago I killed my sister.

I won't snatch, harm, or scare to death people with you or use checking up on you as an excuse to cause trouble. You're worse than my mother, Rachel." "Mine, too," Jenks muttered.

No mother should lose her child.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

I'm a prodigal son. The black sheep of a white flock. I shall die on the gallows.

My Gran said put a thimble on your finger and it helps you in case you slip with the needle and it goes up, into the brain, and death.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Sam and Caine were left standing side by side, bruised and battered, to stare over Penny's sickening corpse, at the face of their mother.

If we're a family and your brother wishes you death, it's not a very happy family.

Opposing the father is no picnic and not opposing the father is no picnic—that's what he was discovering.

it, making amends to father is hard work—all that hacking through the undergrowth of stale pathology with the machete of one's guilt.

Yes, that's what made my mother angry, no doubt about it. The ostentatious virility.

In which estimate lies the greater reality—the uncharitable one permitted us before the funeral forced without any claptrap in the skirmish of daily life, or the one that suffuses us with sadness at the family gathering afterward—even an outsider can't judge.

How do you have one eyes?" asked Rosa, gently rocking him to and fro. "Por qué?" "La guerra," he moaned. "It cry, glasseye?" "I told you, it wasn't cheap.

You got away from Palestine and the homeland. You got away from Brookline and the relatives. You got away from New York

no, a mí no se me habría pasado por la cabeza abandonar la familia y la fábrica para dedicar todo mi tiempo a escribir, como él hizo.

They don't know about art. Maybe I don't know about art myself. Maybe none of our family does, not the way that you do. But that's my point. People don't read art—they read about people.

Estas siempre enfadada con tu mama?" "La odio." "Por qué, Linda?" "Ella me odia a mí." "Her pressure's 120 over 100," said Sabbath.

In my own house my voice don't carry from the kitchen to the toilet.

When he is sick, every man wants his mother.

The sad inventory of his domestic bounty.

You don't have to revere your family, you don't have to revere your country, you don't have to revere where you live, but you have to know you have them, you have to know that you are part of them. Because if you don't, you are just out there on your own and I feel for you.