Quotes About Family

Filial respect caused Grey to hesitate in passing ex post facto opinions on his mother's judgment, but after half an hour in the company of either Paul or Edgar, he could not escape a lurking suspicion that a just Providence, seeing the DeVanes so well endowed with physical beauty, had determined that there was no reason to spoil the work by adding intelligence to the mix.

Jemmy won't get to go to Disneyland—but he'll have that. A family that laughs—and millions of little lights in the trees.

Fat-heided creatures, the Carmichaels, she said judiciously. Loyal enough, but stubborn as rocks. Thus sayeth a Fraser, I remarked. The Carmichaels must be something special in that line.

Because, Sassenach," he said, very dryly indeed, "when ye're a man, a good bit of what ye have to do is to draw up lines and fight other folk who come over them. Your enemies, your tenants, your children—your wife. Ye canna always just strike them or take a strap to them, but when ye can, at least it's clear to everyone who's in charge.

When a man dies, it's only him," he said. "And one is much like another. Aye, a family needs a man, to feed them, protect them. But any decent man can do it. A woman Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â His lips moved against my fingertips, a faint smile. "A woman takes life with her when she goes. A woman is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ infinite possibility.

If I die," he whispered in the dark, "dinna follow me. The bairns will need ye. Stay for them. I can wait.

I, ah, I wasn't expecting—" I said idiotically. Brianna gave me a grin to match her father's, eyes bright as stars and damp with happiness. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" "What?" said Jamie blankly.

We are bound,you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.One large hand rose to stroke my hair. D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed? Yes,I think so.'Blood of my blood,bone of my bone...' I give ye my body, that we may be one, he finished. Aye, and I have kept that vow, Sassenach,and so have you. He turned me slightly, and one hand cupped itself gently over the tiny swell of my stomach.

If you find him," she whispered, "when you find my father—give him this." She bent and kissed me, fiercely, gently, then straightened and turned me toward the stone. "Go, Mama," she said, breathless. "I love you. Go!

I glanced upward once, to see Brianna glowing, still smiling from ear to ear. Jamie was behind her, also smiling, his cheeks wet with tears. He said something to her in husky Gaelic, and brushing the hair away from her neck, leaned forward and kissed her gently, just behind the ear

Cómo andan? -preguntó, pretendiendo demostrar cierta despreocupación. -¿Quiénes? ¿Te refieres a Brianna y Roger?. -¿A qué otros, si no? -dijo, dejando a un lado sus pretensiones-. ¿Va todo bien entre ellos?. -Creo que sí. Se están acostumbrando de nuevo el uno al otro. -¿ Lo hacen?. -Sí -dije, mirando de reojo a la cabaña--Roger acaba de vomitar en la falda de Brianna.

The flame of Brianna's head moved slightly, looking from one to the other, and I saw what she saw; the echo of Jamie's dangerous stillness in Roger. It was both unexpected and shocking; I had never seen any resemblance between them at all—and yet at the moment they might have been day and dark, images of fire and night, each mirroring the other. MacKenzie

Mama says the Beardsleys follow her around like dogs, but they don't. They follow her like tame wolves. I thought Ian said it wasn't possible to tame wolves. It isn't.

His flesh seemed to melt comfortably into Roger's own, his trust so complete that it was not necessary even to maintain the boundaries of his body—Daddy would do that.

And was there love there? Beyond the limits of flesh and time, was all love possible? Was it necessary? The voice of my thoughts seemed to be Uncle Lamb's. My family, and all I knew of love as a child. A man who had never spoken love to me, who had never needed to, for I knew he loved me, as surely as I knew I loved. For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary. It is all. It is undying. And it is enough.

Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

You'd die for them, happily," Hal had said, in the long night watch when I'd kept him breathing. "Your family. But at the same time you think, Christ, I can't die! What might happen to them if I weren't here?

I did say when we were wed that I would always see ye fed, no?" He pulled me closer, tucking my head into the curve of his shoulder. "I gave ye three things that day," he said softly. "My name, my family, and the protection of my body. You'll have those things always, Sassenach—so long as we both shall live. No matter where we may be. I willna let ye go hungry or cold; I'll let nothing harm ye, ever.

Damn Frank!" he said ferociously. "Damn all Randalls! Damn Jack Randall, and damn Mary Hawkins Randall, and damn Alex Randall—er, God rest his soul, I mean," he amended hastily, crossing himself.

We stood wrapped in each other's arms, taking comfort from our family below, yearning for the others we might never see again, at once at home and homeless, balanced on a knife edge of danger and uncertainty. But together.

Your son is a drunkard," she informed him. Then she caught a whiff of Roger's breath. "Following in his father's footsteps, I see," she added coldly.

We're going home, Sassenach. To Lallybroch.

Would it be better if I'd had daughters?" she asked the mirror, in apparent earnestness. "No," she answered herself. "They'd only marry men, and there you are.

And then later, at the funeral, members of the family, followed by the tenants and then the servants, had come one by one to add a stone each to the weight of remembrance.