Quotes About Family

At times I am flabbergasted that my memory is considered false and my alcoholic father's memory is considered rational and sane. Am I not believed because I am a woman? If Peter Freyd were a man who lived in my neighborhood during my childhood instead of my father, would he and his wife be so believable? If not, what is it about his status as my father that makes him more credible?

I'm a typical middle child. I'm the mediator. The one that makes everything OK, puts their own needs aside to make sure everybody's happy. It's hard to change your nature, even with years and years of therapy.

I'd love to have children, and I think marriage is great, I really do.

Kaarlo, that gold rush is for fools with no sense, can't you see that we're barely making ends meet, isn't it enough that there's a new baby to feed you might as well just shoot your poor mother it'll be the same thug as letting her lose a son to some foolishness." "Do you think Pappa will send Grandmother away? I wish per to Wilbert. Nah, he whispers back, she's stuck here like a cow in the tidelands.

Papa, look," I said, waving the prize handkerchief in the air. "I won! I won first prize!" "Hmmph," he said, sounding unimpressed. "I'll be sure to have you stitch some flowers on the forehead of my next patient.

I had to learn how to chop wood actually - I don't think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up.

He left you the fortune, Avery, and all he left us is you.

Katie nosed at the carpet and then gave it a good chew. When it proved recalcitrant enough that she couldn't pull it up, she growled. "Who's a fierce little girl?" I asked her. "Who's going to kick butt and take names and help her big sister get into all kinds of trouble someday?" Devon snorted. "Sometimes, I think the term bad influence was invented specifically with you in mind.

It would be shame," Jameson commented, "if we were related.

He was arrogant and awful and had spent the first week of our acquaintance dead set on making my life hell. He was still half in love with Emily Laughlin. But from the first moment I'd seen him, looking away had been nearly impossible. And at the end of the day, he'd chosen me. Over family. Over his mother.

Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you. Forever and ever, no matter what.

Being raised by a psychopath will do that to you.

My little sister snuck out of the house carrying a circular-saw blade and a can of Mace. I couldn't exactly let her come alone.

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Mi casa es su casa. Literally. I'm pretty sure your dad owns it.

Your mama always did have an eye for good-looking men." This was Ree, trying to be diplomatic. "Then again, she also had an eye for trouble." Not that diplomatic. Ree narrowed her eyes at Dean. "You trouble?" she asked. "No, ma'am." She turned to Michael. "You?" He offered her his most charming smile. "One hundred percent." Ree snorted. "That's what I thought.

Right." ... "No feminism at the dinner table.

Allow me to get this straight," Zara said, staring past Jameson and straight to me. "You, to whom my father left virtually everything, want the one and only thing he left to me?

So, to summarize," Max said, "the dead uncle? Not dead, might be your father. Hot boys are also tragic, everyone wants a piece of your fine ash, and the woman who tried to have you killed is foxing your father?

Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Sometimes, having friends who were like family was a good thing, and sometimes, it was like having an endless supply of very nosy, very irritating siblings.

But for the record, little sis, you're a minor, and I'm still your legal guardian. The next time someone tries to shoot you, I damn well want to know.

Tess," I said. For a moment, Emilia and I studied each other. She was tall, with strawberry-blond hair and eyes that walked the line between green and blue. She wore almost no makeup, except for a light gloss on her lips. "So you're Ivy Kendrick's sister," she said finally. "I thought you'd be taller." "I'll get right to work on that." Emilia cracked a very small smile.

Tell her," I said, "that I am my mother's daughter.