Quotes About Family

Little House on the Prairie.

My fam is just a regular family. But all of them have great senses of humor.

My nickname for my mom was 'The Compass.'

I'm glad that my parents missed one thing that was really unbelievable. They saw me hit this great success. It was a blast and we had a lot of laughs. And it was just an amazing time. They passed away. And then after I got, you know, famous, all these haters came out of nowhere.

A few feet away, Gareth gazed down at the child cradled in his arm, kissed her forehead, and tenderly brushed aside a lock of pale blonde hair.

Oooh! I just felt him kick again!" "Now Juliet, how can you know it's a 'he'?" "I know because I'm not nearly as sick as I was with Charlotte. Boys are easier to carry than girls, you know. Or so they say. Oh!" An excited little squeal. "Put your hand right there, Gareth." "Here?" "Yes, right there — do you feel it?" A tense, expectant silence. And then, "Oh, Juliet . . ." Charles

And then he looked up into her eyes and splayed his fingers over her still-flat belly, his smile one of wonder and awe. "And to think that a life grows within you . . . a child. My child. Our child. . .

What's buggin' ye, Amy?" "Can I swear you to secrecy?" "I swear on my mother's grave, my father's ass, and every freckle on my brother's butt that I won't say a word.

If it were mine, I would clear this room of all these foolish statues, paint the walls happy colors like sunny yellow and heather pink and sky blue, put a thick rug on the floor, and make it my Charlie-girl's. This could be her very own play area. This could be where she'd learn to take her first steps, tumble with the puppies I would get for her, have her first tea party. Oh, if only this house were ours...

And now you are coddling me, Andrew. Just like Lucien and Charles and to a smaller extent, Gareth… I may be the baby sister, but I can assure you that I am not fragile. I get tired of the coddling, Andrew. I am not an egg." He just looked at her. "Egg?" "Coddled? Egg?" He stared at her blankly, too distracted by the impending demonstration to match wits with her. "Oh, never mind," she said with a frustrated sigh.

You, my brother, have some explaining to do," she murmured, and taking his arm, hustled him outside.

Just promise me one thing." Gareth raised a brow in question. "That if you get in over your head, you'll contact me." His black eyes stared levelly into Gareth's, and Gareth realized that, for the first time, his brother was treating him as an equal. "Sometimes it takes more courage for a man to put aside his pride and admit he needs help than to try to manage on his own." "I shall remember that." "You do that," Lucien said.

Their eyes met. And in that brief, wonderful moment of revelation, Maeve knew the truth. Gray had given her back the ability to trust. The little admiral had given her back her family. After seven long years, the Merricks were united at last.

Ah, dearest, we must set a date," he said, into her hair. "A very early date, given your delicate condition.

I never had little brothers, so I was totally not used to hearing a lot of cussing at a young age! I learned what 'pull my finger' meant the hard way.

When you do take the home pregnancy test, it doesn't quite seem real. But when you see the baby and the heartbeat on the ultrasound, it's so incredible.

When I was little, we had a Golden Book that had all these Disney characters in one portrait on the first page. My dad used to read from it every night. We'd play this game of find Pluto or find Donald Duck. He'd read us stories and do all the voices. Those are great memories.

What I got which was unusual, especially as a child actress, was parents who believed that Hollywood was not that important. They told us education, family, health, all come first and they meant it.

they did," murmured Amanda, remembering anew the horrible night she learned of the carriage accident that had instantly killed her father and mother. As an only child, Amanda had had to deal with all the arrangements for the funeral with only her two aunts,

Ellos no querían hablar sobre la guerra, suponía él, querían hablar sobre sus tíos, sus primos, sus vecinos en aquellos pueblos que abandonaron hacía tanto tiempo; sobre cómo era el olor de la tierra en su hogar, el ruido de la lluvia al caer en ráfagas sobre las copas de los árboles, los colores chillones de la campiña en flor.

My little son, Atticus, desperately needs his dad and I haven't been there for him... and that's sad.

Thinking about your ancestors makes you smarter. A research team led by Peter Fischer found that spending a few minutes contemplating your family tree (as opposed to contemplating a friend, or a shopping list, or nothing at all) significantly boosted performance on tests of cognitive intelligence. Their hypothesis is that thinking about our connections to the group increases our feelings of autonomy and control.

This is not to say that being born late into a big family automatically makes someone fast, any more than having a parent die early in life automatically makes one prime minister of England. But it does say that being fast, like any talent, involves a confluence of factors that go beyond genes and that are directly related to the intense, subconscious reaction to motivational signals that provide the energy to practice deeply and thus grow myelin.

My family and friends treat me as they always have.