Quotes About Family

We realized that the only persons we can truly trust in this world is each other and our families.

Recognizing the difference between power and love is difficult if we were raised in a home where power was disguised as love.

Honestly, William, time ?' his mother had snapped. ' Distance ? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?

All the books she'd read had taught her nothing about what you do when your mother doesn't die but turns into someone you don't know, someone who doesn't take care of you anymore.

in my family I have comrades-hearty and loyal-when what I need are intimates, and I've never figured out how to get us all to make the switch. I've never found a way in.

We think our parents are in charge, right? Like they know what they're doing? But the truth is, they're making it up as they go along, just like we are. Just like everyone. If we judge them by their worst mistakes, they're all, like, gargantuan failures. Maybe you should try judging your mom by her intentions, by whether she, like, loves you and is doing her best.

Cornelia—who was in town dropping off her children at her parents' house for a week of, as she put it, "unfettered joy, limitless pie, and irreversible spoiling

as far as I can tell, no matter what the circumstances, parenthood is thrust upon a parent. No one is ever quite ready; everyone is always caught off guard. Parenthood chooses you. And you open your eyes, look at what you've got, say "Oh, my gosh," and recognize that of all the balls there ever were, this is the one you should not drop. It's not a question of choice.

Crossing the ruins of the garden, Charlie tripped on a cucumber vine and crashed into Margaret, and as soon as he got himself steady again, she shoved him down in a patch of brand-new tomatoes, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing. "Not to dispute the importance of your family quirk," I told John O'Malley, with a nod toward the two of them, "but sometimes you don't need to be a time traveler to see the future.

cuando le puse veneno en la tortilla, hasta me vino una alegría. Porque él no había tenido pena de mamá, cuando mamá se moría. Yo tampoco tuve pena de él. Ahora estamos todos a mano.

la sola idea de repetir una relación como la que tenía con su madre la llenaba de espanto.

the sorrow she carried around that made her smile come a second too late and made her ears grow dull so that her children would have to call her three or four times before they could get her attention.

She believes her parents do not love her less, only that before, she had a child's notion of love that did not include the small treacheries of delusion and fear and shame.

I'm not that big a fan of marriage as an institution and I don't know why women need to have children to be seen as complete human beings.

I want to be a fun mom. Not a gasping for air mom.

what is it like to have a dad?

They spoke little of the past. Instead, they looked to all that life here in this new land, America, would bring them and their children. Their heads and hearts were full of dreams and plans for the future, and the years together

Among the scarecrows in this vision he could see members of his own family.

He edged closer to his father's bones and sinews. Penny slipped an arm around him and he lay close against the lank thigh. His father was the core of safety. His father swam the swift creek to fetch back his wounded dog. The clearing was safe, and his father fought for it, and for his own. A sense of snugness came over him and he dropped asleep.

Jody said, "Ma, you're shore good." "Oh, yes. When it's rations." "Well, I'd a heap ruther you was good about rations and mean about other things." "Oh, I be mean, be I?" "Only about jest a very few things," he soothed her.

He set down the milk pails to rest and stared at the bright house. This was a man's great joy, to come at nightfall after his day's work to a lighted house. . . . and his beloved was waiting for him with food and warmth and comfort.

Doc said, 'That's man-nature, Ma'am. Three things bring a man home again—his bed, his woman, and his dinner.

Dogs could die, and bears and deer and other people. That was acceptable, because it was remote. His father could not die. The earth might cave in under him in one vast sink-hole and he could accept it. But without Penny, there was no earth. Without him there was nothing.

This, then, was hunger. This was what his mother had meant when she had said, "We'll all go hongry." He had laughed, for he had thought he had known hunger, and it was faintly pleasant. He knew now that it had been only appetite. This was another thing.