Quotes About Family

He realized he was having a hard time recognizing that Marcy was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, and that killing Fell would not answer the problem he was having with her death, would not bring her back, and could have devastating consequences for himself and his family. The little man at the back of his mind could whisper all of that to him: and yet, that realization had little effect on the urge for revenge.

understand you got all kinds of family stuff in there from Minnesota Sioux. Anything on Bluebird or Yellow Hand?" "I looked up Bluebird. He's just about the last of the family. A lot of Bluebirds went East and married into the Mohawks and that bunch. There are still quite a few Yellow Hands out at Crow Creek and Niobrara. Those used to be Minnesota Indians before they got run out. But I know this Yellow Hand you talked

Which is why Mom, when she's being indiscreet, refers to the trophy room as the "vet's office." Because that's where Dad brings people to take their balls.

Mom, I remember Lizzie," Hart said. "She's really not my type." "She has a brother," Wes said, from his lounge. "He's not my type, either," Hart said.

Wes is Wes," Alastair said. "One in every family. I love him, but I think of him as a sarcastic pet.

Oh, God," I said. "Thank you so very much for the mental image of Dad as a teenage sack of hormones. That's the sort of image that takes therapy to get rid of.

Traitorous, murdering garbage, from your fucking glitterdumpster of a mother on down.

Victor Frankenstein had assembled from the bodies of the dead and then jolted into life. Jared saw how Frankenstein felt pride in creating life, but how he feared and rejected the creature once that life had been given; how the creature lashed out, killing the doctor's family and friends, and how creator and created were finally consumed in a pyre, their fates interlocked. The allusions between the monster and the Special Forces were all too obvious.

Describe the smell to me." "Are you serious right now?" "Yes, I want to know." "It's like a family of raccoons hotboxed themselves to death in a dumpster, and someone distilled their fermented remains." "Huh," Satie said. "I usually just say it smells like Malört, but I like your version, too.

She said that we could all fuck ourselves with a rented dick. The same rented dick." "That's my mom," Kiva said.

Nadashe propped herself up and smiled at her mother. "Hi, Mom," she said. The Countess Nohamapetan slapped her daughter hard across the face. "That's for killing your brother," she said. Then she slapped Nadashe again. "What's that one for?" Nadashe asked. "For getting caught.

Charlie's Homecoming

Such attitude," I said to Jane. "She gets it from your side." "She's adopted," Jane said. "And I'm not the smart-ass in the family.

A sibling would be the one person in the whole world who would be with you from birth until death. At every step, she or he would be there.

Perhaps it takes courage to raise children..

How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children? You can't scare him--he has known a fear beyond every other.

George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. 'Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

My father said she was a strong woman, and I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is almost indestructible.

Why, Tom - us people will go on livin' when all them people is gone. Why, Tom, we're the people that live. They ain't gonna wipe us out. Why, we're the people - we go on.' 'We take a beatin' all the time.' 'I know.' Ma chuckled. 'Maybe that makes us tough. Rich fellas come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good, an' they die out. But, Tom, we keep a-comin'. Don' you fret none, Tom. A different time's comin'.

My wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby...I am very fortunate in having a wife who likes being a woman, which means that she likes men, not elderly babies.

Tom felt his darkness. His father was beautiful and clever, his mother was short and mathematically sure. Each of his brothers and sisters had looks or gifts or fortune. Tom loved all of them passionately, but he felt heavy and earth-bound. He climbed ecstatic mountains and floundered in the rocky darkness between the peaks. He had spurts of bravery but they were bracketed in battens of cowardice.

The first grave. Now we're getting someplace. Houses and children and graves, that's home, Tom. Those are the things that hold a man down.

Women and children knew deep in themselves that no misfortune was too great to bear if their men were whole.

All we got is the family unbroke.