Quotes About Family

We wachten wel tot u klaar bent met bidden,' antwoordde ik op een toon die mijn nederigheid moest overbrengen - of dat in elk geval proberen. 'Met bidden?' gromde Nan. 'Met onze Schepper eens goed de waarheid te vertellen, bedoel je.' 'Mijn grootvader heeft deze kapel gebouwd zodat Nan ergens tegen God kon schreeuwen,' zei Jameson tegen me.

My point is that you know who your mom was, Avery. We both do. And she was wonderful.

Tja, jullie zeiden altijd al dat jullie opa graag tien vliegen in één klap sloeg.

If there's one thing the Hawthorne family isn't it's fine. They were a twisted, broken mess before you got here, and they'll be a twisted, broken mess once you're gone.

This was what it meant to be a Hawthorne. This should probably be in a museum, but my brothers and I like to hit things with it instead.

Tobias Hawthorne left me the fortune—and all he'd left them was me.

It couldn't be a coincidence that billionaire Tobias Hawthorne had left his fortune to a stranger who knew his "dead" son.

I saw you with him. That Hawthorne boy." She managed to stand. "Never trust a Hawthorne," she slurred. "They take everything.

Ik heb een geheim, kon ik mijn moeder horen zeggen, minder dan een week voordat ze overleed. Over de dag dat je bent geboren.

If you had a baby…," I said. "When I have a baby," came the deep, heart-shattering reply, "she'll be my whole world." "She?" I repeated. Nash settled back into his seat. "I can picture Lib with a little girl.

My father will be meeting with Zara and Constantine later today." "Constantine?" I asked. "Zara's husband.

And if my sister needs a break, you and that billion-dollar law firm can damn well find a way to give her one.

My grandfather built this chapel so Nan would have someplace to yell at God," Jameson informed me.

This family--we destroy everything we touch.

And at the end of the day, he'd chosen me. Over family. Over his mother.

You don't always have to bear the weight of the world-- or your family-- on your shoulders.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Phoebe realized how very wrong she'd been about this house, this family. It was far darker, more dangerous than the places she'd grown up in. In the dingy little apartments her mother rented, everything was out in the open. Their lives were dirty and squalid, but they didn't pretend to be anything else. Here, things seemed so normal, so perfect, but it was all a deception.

Mama and I are curled up, pressed against each other like twin commas.

The covers are tented up over me and Mama's heads, and it's all dark, like we're deep underground. Animals in a den. All warm and snuggly.

watch Mama and Papa while they sleep. It makes me feel strange and lovely and more like a shadow than a real girl—awake when no one else is, me and the moon smiling down on Mama and Papa while they dream.

The truth was, he believed he was the luckiest man on earth to have these two for a wife and daughter—it was like getting to live with fairies or mermaids, some breathtakingly beautiful creatures he was not meant to understand fully.

I watched in total disbelief as my aunt began to expertly roll a joint. "What are you doing?" "Baking a pie, Jax. What does it look like I'm doing?

And as Rhonda told the story, she thought: this is how the past gets passed down. This is how memories are made. Half-invented, embellished, given a touch of whimsy. Daniel would be a saint now that he was dead. A beautiful man who made his child wings.