Quotes About Family

These unwelcome feelings could be attributed, Mary realized, to her mother's death this past February.

We certainly would," Cliff said. "Seth's family is waiting for us," Justine told them. "But thanks for the invite." She smiled as Cal came in with another two bags. "And thanks, Cal

Your mama did. We sat

Scotty leaned across the table and whispered in a voice Travis wasn't supposed to have heard but did. "We've got to do something quick before Uncle Travis poisons us

After all, it wan't every day that someone got adopted by a dog.

Norah, her younger sister, had managed to call her in Italy nearly a week ago about their father's heart attack. The connection had been bad and she'd had difficulty hearing, but Norah's sense of urgency had come clearly over the wire. Their father was gravely ill, and Steffie needed to hurry home—something that turned out to be much easier said than done.

We have to remember this," Parvana said. "When things get better and we grow up, we have to remember that there was a day when we were kids when we stood in a graveyard and dug up bones to sell so that our families could eat.

Grandmother was gone. The house was gone. Green Valley was gone.

We have to remember this," Parvana said. "When things get better and we grow up, we have to remember that there was a day when we were kids when we stood in a graveyard and dug up bones to sell so that our families could eat. Will anyone believe us? No. But we will know it happens

To ache so deeply now for Nana gave the older woman's life profound meaning. It was a privilege to mourn such a loss because it meant you had loved and been loved.

He patted her belly lovingly—her stomach still firm and flat, belying the secret it cradled. "Anna, this little life is part of you. How can I not love it? If my dad could love me the way I know he did"—Paul meant Albert, the only father he'd ever known—"then I… I guess I can find it in myself to learn to love this child.

As you likely know all too well, parenting an atypical kid in a conventional world is an often lonely and difficult journey, with our families

When we voice our reality, educate others, and stand up for what we and our family need from a place of compassion, strength, confidence, and peace, the whole outdated, ineffective, intolerant parenting paradigm that we've lived with for decades is going to come tumbling down.

A chorus of tough southern belles whispered, You need a loyal husband around here. Loyal to you, loyal to your family, loyal to your land. I added, Good in bed, smart, and romantic. Politically, socially, and religiously compatible. And he had to want children.

There are people nobody notices, but the world revolves around them. They're the quiet ones, the strong, peaceful ones, who form the unbreakable hub for a bunch of fragile spokes. True families aren't bred, they're spun together. And at their center, at the center of the infinite wheel of every family of every kind, blood or otherwise, there is a hub, that person, those people, who hold the wheel together and keep it turning.

I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.

Acquaintances. Seek out what's new and keep the conversation rolling with questions like these: •Bring me up to date on . . . •What's been going on with work since I last saw you? •What has changed in your life since we spoke last? •How's your year been? •What's new with the family? •How's your wife/husband/partner? •How's your job at . . . ? •What are your child's college plans?

Men may be the head of the house, but the women are the neck, and they can turn the head any way they want.

There are few things in life as precious to us as our children. Rare is the woman or the man who wouldn't readily die for his or her offspring.

He wants a fifteen thousand pound settlement. Fifteen thousand! He says you're a great deal of trouble. She hesitated for one startled moment before choking back a laugh. I am. I thought so. He leveled Drew a look. If I pay you the fifteen thousand, do you swear to keep her? Drew reared back his head. Forever? Her father scowled. Forever. Oh, I suppose. He gave a long-suffering sigh. If I must. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing outright.

Thought you didn't like red hair. One of Drew's dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma's shoulder. Must have me confused with someone else, but I'm not surprised. Seems to happen to most of the older set at some point or other.

Judge Rountree holds half my property in the palm of his hand. Denton's growl broke the silence. I'd appreciate if you didn't insult him at all, much less in his own home. He named his children One, Two, Three, and Four, she said. He deserves to be insulted.

Tillie studied her mother's face. The face which had seen thirty-seven years of life. Twenty-one years of marriage. The birth of ten babies. The death of one.

Still, he'd kept up his membership in the Gun Club. Had taken the girls hunting every chance he could. And still went everywhere with Odysseus—having retired Penelope the day they were married, for Georgie was now closest to his heart.