Quotes About Family

I am in love and I have the most beautiful family. What else can a guy want? I am the happiest man ever. We're so lucky.

You know that family is going to be there for you no matter what. My dad gave me a freakin' kidney! But it's also the families that you create outside of your family. And you really find out what kind of people you're friends with.

Mom, thank you for all that you've done and still do. I do love you and no one can replace my love to you.

The kind of marriage you make depends upon the kind of person you are. If you are a happy, well-adjusted person, the chances are your marriage will be a happy one. If you have made adjustments so far with more satisfaction than distress, you are likely to make your marriage and family adjustments satisfactorily. If you are discontented and bitter about your lot in life, you will have to change before you can expect to live happily ever after.

For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and shall be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh. -Ephesians 5:31

All weddings, except those with shotguns in evidence, are wonderful.

Marriage is an Athenic weaving together of families, of two souls with their individual fates and destinies, of time and eternity - everyday life married to the timeless mysteries of the soul.

What was that?" Cassie was prepared to do whatever he said. "Well, I had this picture in my head of building a corral around the cabin and turning Harriet loose in it." "A guard pig?" Cassie looked at him for a long moment, and then he grinned at her and she started to giggle. She buried her head against his chest and he held her close, and they laughed until the baby kicked them into getting up.

It comes naturally to want a man of your very own, to want babies of your own. You scoff at it, but it's as natural as breathing to a woman to want these things.

You can fill that house to the rafters with all the baby girls you want, now that you're married to me. And I promise to be nothing but grateful.

Maizy was a little bit afraid of what it might be because Pa had gotten a few wild ideas in his day.

My name is Fitzgerald O'Neill Dawson. My mother was born in Ireland and she landed all her love for the Old Country right smack on my head with a single name.

Her father had arranged it. He'd as good as sold her to Wendell to pay off debts. She looked down at her daughter and wondered if her father owed more money. Audra had a little sister, Carolyn. Would her father sell Carolyn to some brute? There was a baby brother, Isaac. He might not be such a commodity as a girl, but he might already be learning to behave in the image of her father.

Just the opposite. I'm so proud of you I could burst.

I love you, Cassie Dawson. I love you and I love our little..." With a sudden start, Red remembered something vital. A tiny spurt of fear flashed in Cassie's eyes. "What is it?" Red said, chagrined, "I just realized I don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl.

A girl," Red whispered. "She'll be as beautiful and ornery as her mama.

Try an' get some rest, darlin'." Clay pressed her back against her pillow. Sophie nodded. Clay stood and took a couple of steps toward the door. He paused and looked back at her, and then he awkwardly came back, leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. He brushed her hair back again. "You and the girls, and this life I've got myself into, will always be a miracle to me, Sophie.

I like the idea of having a family, but I'd've preferred a less troublesome one. One where I get shot or drowned less often.

God illuminated something powerful in that moment. One e-mail represented my family of origin - a family bent toward hiding. And my new family, the one I'd forged from the ashes of my past, desperate for Jesus to help me, represents who I am today. I am loved. I am surrounded by children and a husband who cheer for me.

To keep from crying in front of everyone, I ran down the hall, opened the first door I saw, and dashed inside. Too late I realized the room was already occupied. An old man in a wheelchair sat beside a window. Of all the places I might have gone, I'd chosen Great-grandfather's sanctuary.

I remember Mr. Bender's comment about us only being here for two weeks, too. It's true. How could Mother and Father have known? After I spent over a year in a coma, how could they have predicted exactly when I would wake up and then move to California precisely at that time? Was it only coincidence? Or did they decide when I would wake up? Why would they keep me in a coma for so long? Why would they steal a year and a half of my life? What kind of parents are they?

I never asked about the accident. Something told me not to. Maybe it was the shine of Mother's eyes. Maybe it was Father's smile that tried too hard. Maybe it was something deeper inside me that I still can't name. The Accident. Like a title. A stop sign. A wall.

Sometimes we control our family members because we idolize and idealize our perfect plan over the journey that God has laid out for them. (p. 56)

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It's a law or something.