Quotes About Family

she looked at her kids and felt the swell of pride she always did when she saw them en masse. When they were all happy in each other's company it made it all seem worthwhile.

Her nephew, Aiden Junior, and his girl were hanging on to each other for dear life, just happy being

My sister and my sister's child, Myself and children three.' – William Cowper, 1731-1800 With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of the other. – Martin Chuzzlewit Charles Dickens, 1812-1870

It was funny, but even though the kids lived their own lives and she was useless in her efforts to help them any more, she still couldn't sleep until they were all in. Safe and sound.

see that a mother's love, a real mother's love, is probably the most important thing a child can have in its life. It means more than money, more than anything.

My old mum always said, if brains was gunpowder he couldn't blow his fucking eyebrows off.

The fathers have eaten sour grapes, And the children's teeth are set on edge Ezekiel 18:2

She had always been the voice of reason, had been the one who smoothed over quarrels and made sure that they remembered they were family. Stopped the fights before they began and reminded them that, at the end of the day, each other was all that any of them really had. As close as they were, they had all fallen out big time over the years. She had been the voice of reason.

She had held them together with the sheer force of her will and her overpowering love. What would happen to them all now? Who would keep them all together, make sure they didn't fall apart, didn't rake up the past and cause murders?

If we had been left to our own devices we would have been all right. But, oh, no. I had to have the mother-in-law from hell poking her nose in, opening her big trap.

known the security of love, as a child and as an adult.

Young Pat Junior was a handful, and he loved him with all his heart. He was his father's son all right; he only hoped that he didn't have anything of his paternal grandfather inside him.

You looked after your child, no matter who had fathered it, and no matter how much you might hate them deep down inside. A child was there for the duration of your life and, if you were really lucky, they buried you, and not vice versa. A mother would give her own heart to ensure the child she had created would live on, would be happy to do so. Would be loved.

A man's foes shall be they of his own household. Matthew 10:36

But she wanted her mother to know that she did love her. All day, every day, she loved her.

Christine Booth was sick of her mother's voice, it was like a constant

mother that she missed so desperately because, no matter what happened in life, there was always a bed for you at your mother's home. All the time she was alive her children had somewhere to go. Somewhere to run to, and somewhere to call home.

once your mother was gone, they were gone, and no one could ever replace them.

His mother had always said, 'We are all guilty of something even if it is only laziness or ignorance.' He had never understood what she meant till now.

When your children are young they tread on your feet. When they get older they tread on your heart!

Your mum is gone, but you are a part of her legacy – while you live, she will never really be dead. You have her blood in your veins, and her wisdom in your mind. Your child will be a part of her even though she is gone.

Charity and beating begins at home. John Fletcher, 1579-1625, Wit Without Money

missed her mother and her sister so badly it was a constant pain inside of her.

It was family, blood, kin. It was what made the world go round and people strive to better themselves. At the end of the day, family was all you had.