Quotes About Family

My stepdad provided me with an amazing childhood. I played outside like a normal kid, I rode my bike, I walked to school, but the happiest times were when I was acting.

My beloved daughter, Oryanna Elizabeth Davis (Elizabeth is my mother's name) was born on November 11, 2001 while I was serving yet another sentence of three and a half years in federal prison for something I did not do and could not have done, even if I had wanted to. And the judge, prosecutor, my probation officer, and the arresting Secret Service officers all knew it.

I fathered a child, my first one, during those sixty days that I was a "free" man. My beloved daughter, Oryanna Elizabeth Davis (Elizabeth is my mother's name) was born on November 11, 2001 while I was serving yet another sentence of three and a half years in federal prison for something I did not do and could not have done, even if I had wanted to. And the judge, prosecutor, my probation officer, and the arresting Secret Service officers all knew it.

I'll never forget you. Your husband will beat you with an extension cord and the bus will pull away leaving you standing there in tears, but you were my mother.

The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence

A mother's love is greater than a child's confusion.

Sunday in the south means Church. Sunday in this house, even if we lived in California, would still mean church.

How am I going to manage? I'm never going to earn enough to support them. And a partner—ha! Who'd want to marry me, pregnant with somebody else's babies? Two of them! Nobody's going to want me." "Jade. That's not true." Twins.

Same old, same old. Beau and Eden came in last night with Aunt Trudy. Sheriff stopped by the table to flirt for a while. That's always entertaining.

Promise me you won't leave without telling me." "I'm not planning on it." That wasn't the answer he needed. His eyes pierced hers. "Promise me." The furrows between her brows deepened as she took a step back. "I can't do that. I don't know what's going to happen. I'll do whatever's best for Jack and me. That's the only promise I can make.

Holy cow," Beckett said, turning to Madison. "You all must've been a handful growing up." "What, us? Five little angels.

Jake played the message again, catching the details this time. She was leaving the kids to him? Leaving them here? He swiped the phone off the table, and it hit the wall with a thump. This wasn't what he wanted. Yes, he wanted the kids, but not at Meridith's expense; they needed her. He needed her. Hadn't she listened to his messages? Didn't she know he loved her? If only he could make her believe it. How

He didn't want to share his life with a couple stinky cowboys. He wanted Shay back. He wanted them to be a family, Shay, Olivia, and him. He wanted to share Shay's bed, to wake up and see her face every morning for the rest of his life. He wanted to hear Olivia call for "Dad" again and know she was calling for him.

All he could think of was how wonderful it would be to have Jade for himself. To have his ring on her finger. Have her by his side. Quiet suppers and bathroom sink sharing and bickering over closet space. Boat rides and grocery trips and sheet wars. And later . . . school programs, family devotions, Saturday morning cartoons. He

I love you so much, Shay Brandenberger. I want you to be my wife because you choose to be, not because of some cockamamie accident. I want to love you the rest of your life. I want to be a father for Olivia . . ." He reached out and palmed the side of her belly, a tiny smile hitching up his lips. "A father for our child.

I'll keep you safe, Kate. Both of you. I promise.

I won't let anything happen to you, Kate." "You can't be here 24/7." "The heck I can't. I'll get Zac to cover my hours. We're only open four more days, then it's Christmas Eve. I'll have the sheriff keep an eye out. Nobody knows you're here, right? You haven't contacted anyone? Family? Friends?

Despite their marriage license and four children, black couples were not permitted to live as man and wife on the Reservation.

the rest of the clan, building a mansion at 1 West Fifty-Seventh Street that would become the largest private home in the history of Manhattan.

It is a festival which will never become obsolete, for it cherishes the best affections of the heart—the social and domestic ties. It calls together the dispersed members of the family circle, and brings plenty, joy and gladness to the dwellings of the poor and lowly. . . . The moral effect of this simple festival is essentially good.

dining room. On Sunday, supper was eaten early

Q: What are you making over there? A: Babies.

Staten Island, where the Vanderbilt family—or van

We don't really go in for big family dinners, but Scottish people are famously confrontational. It's a cultural thing, so maybe we don't need to have them to clear the air. Also, traditional family food isn't as nice here so there's no payoff for traveling hundreds of miles.