Quotes About Family

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I love kids and children, and I love being a mom.

I could have probably raised them in L.A. and they would have been great and had so many things at their fingertips and been exposed to so many things. But we travel a lot, so I don't think that moving out of town is sheltering the girls at all. Maybe protecting them a little bit more, trying to prolong their youth.

My dad's passion was to teach adults to read so they could read to their kids.

When I turned 30, due to my father's heart history and my family genetics, I vowed to start seeing a cardiologist every year and just really be proactive and take my own heart health into my own hands.

By the way, honey, you look wonderful. You've lost so much weight! What diet are you on?" I stop in the doorway, breathe in through my nose, out through my mouth. "I'm caring for a dying man, Mother. A dying man you haven't asked me about once since I stepped foot in here, or even called to say hello. Somehow, I've lost my appetite.

Hello?" my mother answers, sounding happy and normal and far removed from all that is falling apart around me. "He's dying," I say. "Soon. He's sick and shitting himself, and your daughters are the only people he can count on.

I used to love hospitals. That's another weird thing about me. I remember when my grandmother -- so sweet, God rest her soul -- was in the hospital, I always loved visiting her there. Very morbid memory! Most people hate hospitals. And I'm not a big fan of them now, but there was something about it for me back then.

My parents' divorce left me with a lot of sadness and pain and acting, and especially humour, was my way of dealing with all that.

My dad became a soap opera actor, and I was an extra in a skating rink scene on the soap. I didn't audition. It was nepotism all the way.

Of course, the ideal scenario for parenting is obviously two parents of a mature age.

If this person is a blackmailer, El, I want you to have nothing more to do with it. Blackmailers are dangerous." Her brows rose. "You've had dealings with them before, have you?" Too bloody many times. "Attempting to blackmail the Mackenzie family is a popular pastime," Hart said.

My dad is shagging your aunt, probably right now. That makes us almost family.

In the past, Cameron, worrying about Ian, would go make sure that he wasn't sitting alone in a huddle, or staring for hours at a Ming bowl, or pouring over some endless mathematical exercise. These days, Cameron knew that Ian used the excuse of not liking crowds to spend more time alone with his wife – in bed.

He'd done everything in his power to make damn certain that Daniel never had to fear coming home. At that endeavor, Cameron knew he'd already surpassed his own father.

Call me Beth, please," she said. "I am no longer Mrs. Ackerley and have become, to our mutual astonishment, your sister." Hart

Connor told me Dad and Aunt Myka are going to shag tonight.Great-grandma,what´s shag mean?

Losing Sarah and my boy was the hardest thing I've ever lived through. But even then, you see, I knew that Eleanor was with me. If not here, then at least in the world, where I could find her. I could think of her living in that old house with her father, I could write to her if I chose. She was the anchor in my world, no matter how far I was from her. But if I lose her ... Ian, I lose myself. I can't live. Not without Eleanor.

Hart was surprised how much Ian's silent presence comforted him. His volatile little brother, who'd needed so much help in the past, was now a rock in the roilling stream of Hart's world. I can always find you , Ian had told him once. He'd meant that he'd know when Hart needed him, would be there, no matter what.

Sorry, Ian," Cameron said. He found himself saying that to Ian quite a bit. "I didn't understand." Ian gave him a faint nod but didn't answer. His look told Cameron that he knew his older brother was an idiot, but he'd learned to put up with it.

I don't need the bowls to give me peace anymore," Ian said. "I have you. And Jamie, and Belle. If all the Ming bowls in the world were smashed, I'd still have you." [...] "You broke the bowl, and it is gone. But you are here, and whole. Nothing else matters.

Daniel swept Ainsley into a strong hug. "I knew you'd come back. Didn't I say so? Dad!" he bellowed up the stairs as he set Ainsley on her feet. "It's Ainsley!" "He knows, lad". Mac laughed. "I think the whole county knows.

Daniel Mackenzie came behind her, towering over Katie and Beth, the lanky young man the most nervous of the three. "Should you be here?" Daniel hissed. "My dad would tan my hide if he knew I let you come near a game girl, and God knows what Uncle Ian will do.

A husband is exactly what you need," Mac growled. "It will keep you and my wife from running about in illegal casinos." "Mac." Ian's voice was quiet. "I'll talk to Beth alone." Mac ran his hands through his russet hair. "Sorry," he said to Beth. "I'm a little on edge. Marry him, do. We need at least one sensible person in this family.