Quotes About Family

It was the way Nana uttered the word - not so much saying it as spitting it at her - that made Mariam feel the full sting of it.

Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would notice that she, Laila, hadn't become shaheed, that she was alive, here, in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

In her view, people, even if they had behaved deplorably in life, deserved a modicum of dignity in death. Especially family. - Marko's mother

Blood is a powerful thing, bachem, never forget that.

May God grant you a long and prosperous life, my daughter. May God give you many healthy and beautiful children. May you find the happiness, peace, and acceptance that I did not give you. Be well. I leave you in the loving hands of God. Your undeserving father, Jalil

prayers, Laila knows, are Aziza's way of clinging to Mariam

ella. Pari es sangre de mi sangre. Y no tardaré en conocer a sus hijos y a los hijos de sus hijos, y mi sangre circula también en las venas de todos ellos. No estoy sola.

People, she believed now, shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones.

Khaled Hosseini

Masooma." "Could you?" "I could try," Parwana says. "Good. Then marry Saboor. Look after his

I remembered how, as a boy, I would stew over all the things Mamá wouldn't do, things other mothers did. Hold my hand when we walked. Sit me up on her lap, read bedtime stories, kiss my face good night. Those things were true enough. But, all those years, I'd been blind to a greater truth, which lay unacknowledged and unappreciated, buried deep beneath my grievances. It was this: that my mother would never leave me.

Lalu dia akan mengingatkan kami tentang ikatan persaudaraan bagi orang-orang satu susuan, ikatan persaudaraan yang tak akan bisa diputuskan, bahkan oleh waktu.

Here is another cliché my creative writing teacher would have scoffed at: like father, like son. But it was true, wasn't it? As it turned out, Baba and I were more alike than I'd ever known. We had both betrayed the people who would have given their lives for us.

At night, I served them dinner, and they each received the meal in pointed silence, gaze lowered to the platter of rice, the quiet broken only by a muttered Thank you and the tinkling of spoon and fork against china

I'm tired, Pari. You can scold me another time. The whipping post isn't going anywhere.

downpour lashing at her face is becoming heavier and more steady, rippling windows, smearing headlights. Pari has no memory of ever meeting the man, her grandfather, Maman's father, has seen only the one photograph of him reading at his desk, but she doubts that he was the mustache-twirling villain Maman has made him out to be. Pari thinks she sees through this story. She has her own ideas. In her version, he is a man rightfully worried over the well-being of

largo: —¿Ésta eres tú? —Y éste tú, tío Idris. —¿O sea que antes tenías el pelo largo? —Mi hermana me lo cepillaba todas las noches.

He would have died defending his family.

Khaled Hosseini

Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor.

in-laws for their generosity and many kindnesses. To the rest of my wonderful family, I remain indebted and grateful

Para mí, todo acaba aquí. No anhelo nada más. Todo lo que deseaba de niña tú me lo has dado ya. Tú y tus hijos me habéis hecho muy feliz. Todo está bien, Laila yo. No te preocupes ni te entristezcas.

Lagi pula, bukankah semua ayah, di lubuk hati mereka yang terdalam, memiliki keinginan untuk membunuh putra mereka?

Avea deja mai multe jucarii decat ar fi avut nevoie. Si nu exista nicio jucarie pe pamant care sa compenseze absenta tatalui sau.