Quotes About Family

When you love someone, they never die," Delia said. "They're always with you in your heart no matter what. Just as your parents live on in you, Natalie.

But the only thing she'd ever wanted was to run the Cupid Botanical Gardens and spend her life studying the mesmerizing plants of the Trans-Pecos region. Her roots ran deep in this arid soil, and family was important to her

The effects of untreated mental health issues ripple throughout families for generations.

His father wore a paper-thin hospital gown the color of misery.

She looked down at the diamond sparkler and everything it represented—home, hearth, husband, family. She should want this, but the truth was she was up to her ears in home, hearth, and family. The only new addition would be husband.

When an office begins to look like a family tree, you'll find worms tucked away snug and cheerful in most of the apples.

Who but my mother held those small pieces of my childhood? Where would they go when she was gone?

A tear fell from her son's eye and splashed on Olive's cheek, which shamed away her vanity, making her want to concentrate on bigger issues. Fletcher, I love you! It was hard for me to show it—I had to make a living for us, didn't I?—but honestly, Fletcher, you were a prince among sons. A prince! How did a gentleman like you come from a cad like your father?

Instead of joyfully looking forward to my birth, my mother began systematically preparing for her own death. She was fatalistic.

The children of violently unhappy marriages, like my mother, are often hamstrung for life, but the children of happier marriages have problems too - all the worse, perhaps, because they don't have virtue on their side.

Man and wife, realist and dreamer ... n truth they were more than one flesh, they had formed and sustained each other, they had ONE STORY between them and it wasn't at all easy for me or my brother to inhabit it.

Like many who'd married in the war, my parents were finding it hard to survive the peace. This wasn't because they had discovered that they didn't love each other once their life together wasn't spiced with constant separations and the threat of death. Far from it. But they hadn't chosen each other so much against the social grain that they were tense, self-conscious, embattled, as though something was supposed to go wrong. Their families didn't like their marriage, nor did the village.

Grandfather's skirts would flap in the wind along the churchyard path and I would hang on.

I'm such a mother hen. If my chicks are doing well, I cluck happily. And you can be the rooster, darling. To love a child is to let go of the child you dreamed of having and accept the one you've got, as they are, not as you want them to be.

Seem like God didn't see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams -but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worth while.

What you ain't never understood is that I ain't got nothing, don't own nothing, ain't never really wanted nothing that wasn't for you. There ain't nothing as precious to me...There ain't nothing worth holding on to, money, dreams, nothing else--

You aimin' to go the full circle now? How long before I have to come get you up from the sidewalks? You got hurt and pain in you? Well, I used to know a man who knew how to live with his pain and make his hurt work for him. Your daddy died with dignity; there wasn't no bum in him. And he known some hurts in this life you ain't never even heard of!

Have you ever loved anyone?" "You mean besides my mum?" Luke was dumbfounded as he stared at Jack. He knew his friend's story. "She sold you when you were five." Jack shrugged. "Doesn't mean I didn't love her. Just means she didn't love me.

Austin could do little more than stare at the woman. "It's a prairie dog," he reminded her. Cautiously, she brushed her fingers over its head. "It's just a baby. Please help her." Dee was looking at him with so much hope in her big brown eyes that he couldn't do what he knew needed to be done. He slipped his gun into his holster. Thank God, she was married to his brother and not to him. Dallas could break her heart. Austin wouldn't.

Meg forgot about cautioning him to be quiet. She forgot about everything but watching the care with which he wrapped a blanket around Mama Warner before gingerly lifting her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. "Comfortable?" he asked. "You know how to hold a woman so she feels precious. Makes me wish I was sixty years younger.

He met Austin's gaze over the top of Faith's head. "I sure hope your baby is a boy." "Reckon we need to even things out a little, don't we?" Rawley gave him a brusque nod. "We men folk are sorely outnumbered." Austin laughed, remembering a time when that was exactly what Dallas had wanted: more women out in West Texas. -Austin and Rawley

She's as beautiful as her mother." He lifted his gaze to his wife's. "I'm never gonna touch you again." Amelia looked at Cordelia. "Will you take her now?" Gingerly, Cordelia wrapped the child within her arms. "I mean it this time," Houston said. "I know you do," Amelia said as she touched his cheek.

Meg felt her heart lurch. It bothered her that the twins realized that she hated their brother. The words coming from their innocent mouths sounded so ugly.

Hell of a thing when a man's hatred for another is greater than his love for his grandchild.