Quotes About Family

He was probably visiting Ravi, Nora thought. Ravi was her brother's best friend. While Joe had given up the guitar and moved to London, for a crap IT job he hated, Ravi had stuck to Bedford. He played in a covers band now, called Slaughterhouse Four, doing pub gigs around town.

And I didn't really understand those issues until I knew he was gay, but they say sibling rivalry isn't about siblings but parents, and I always felt my parents just encouraged his dreams a bit more.

When you die the last thing you want is for your death to leak out and infect those left behind, for those loved ones to become a kind of living dead. And yet, inevitably, that often happens.

But there's some salad in the fridge if you get hungry.' Salad?! On his birthday!

rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself. Maybe it wasn't the lack of achievements that had made her and her brother's parents unhappy, maybe it was the expectation to achieve in the first place. She had no idea about any of it, really. But on that boat she realised something. She had loved her parents more than she ever knew, and right then, she forgave them completely.

Life is the people who love you. No one will ever choose to stay alive for an iPhone. It's the people we reach via the iPhone that matter.

Maybe it wasn't the lack of achievements that had made her and her brother's parents unhappy, maybe it was the expectation to achieve in the first place.

Moments ago she had been in the garden with Ash and Nora and Plato

Nora had always had the sense that she came from a long line of regrets and crushed hopes that seemed to echo in every generation.

She realized it wasn't her fault that her parents had never been able to love her the way parents were meant to: without condition.

Moments ago she had been in the garden with Ash and Nora and Plato, a garden humming with life and love, and now she was here.

Donna grew up with her parents arguing almost continually, and had consequently believed marriage was something that was not only inevitable, but also inevitably miserable.

As she switched to freestyle she realised it wasn't her fault that her parents had never been able to love her the way parents were meant to: without condition.

she wondered if her parents had ever been in love or if they had got married because marriage was something you did at the appropriate time with the nearest available person. A game where you grabbed the first person you could find when the music stopped.

Mum turned around in the passenger seat and looked at me and smiled and the smile had a slightly crumpled quality, her eyes glazed with tears. I felt it. The weight of Mum. The weight of being a son that had gone wrong. The weight of being loved. The weight of being a disappointment. The weight of being a hope that hadn't happened the way it should have.

You sometimes have to look at what you know is there and discover the things right in front of you. The people you love.

Of course, most parents love their children instantly. But I mention it here because I still find it a remarkable thing. Where was that love before? Where did you acquire it from? The way it is suddenly there, total and complete, as sudden as grief, but in reverse, is one of the wonders about being human.

On both sides of her family there had been an unspoken belief that life was meant to fuck you over.

Wife: I want to have a child. Husband: I can't imagine bringing a child into this messed-up world. Wife: That's exactly the reason we should do it. We need to bring something good into this world to balance out the bad.

My dad was Jewish. My mom is not. So I was not raised anything.

I really like the half-hour comedy. I really do. I know people that are in movies all the time and they, you know, they don't see their families as much. And that takes its toll over time.

April, she had died. April could still be a very cold month in Ithaca, though it was certainly not the best month for dying of exposure. A depressed person would have a better bet walking along the edge of one of the gorges and "accidentally" falling in. Of course the man Jessop had done neither; hand-making his daughter's tombstone had probably kept him too occupied to even consider suicide. Yes. That was it; that was the key. An act of creation in the face of loss.

Where there's a will, there's a family fighting over it.

Having a baby changes the way you view your in-laws. I love it when they come to visit now. They can hold the baby and I can go out.