Quotes About Family

Interestingly, the Llewelyn Davies boys were first cousins of gothic novelist Daphne du Maurier, whose own rather gothic childhood is a story in itself, and the reason du Maurier would not permit the publication of her childhood diaries until fifty years after her death.

Then there's Russell and Lillian Hoban's Frances series, which is almost unbearably wistful, and no wonder: written just before the Hobans' marriage ended, the books seem to document a happy family that was dissolving as they wrote.

But now she regarded her sister with curious distance. She'd been so actively excluded from everything important to her she felt suddenly, intensely alone.

How had it escaped her, Rosalind wondered. How had she never appreciated that her mother was a human being with her own desires and disappointments?

Remember the good times---you'll need them during the bad," a family friend had boozily warned her at their wedding.

They smiled awkwardly and hugged again. Rosalind thought briefly to ask when they'd stopped being necessary to each other, when she had become another obligation to fill like their parents or Polly.

Divorce isn't such a tragedy. A tragedy's staying in an unhappy marriage, teaching your children the wrong things about love. Nobody ever died of divorce.

People say I'm not good at writing about men. My dad left when I was 16. Give me a break. I'm doing the best I can.

Divorce isn't such a tragedy. A tragedy's staying in an unhappy marriage, teaching your children the wrong things about love. Nobody ever died of divorce.

This is motherhood for you,' said my own mother. 'Going through life with your heart outside your body.

My mom and my stepdad are both therapists.

She smiled a wonderful smile and pinched my cheek.

the Medicis, an Italian noble family that produced three popes and two queens of France. Cosimo the Elder was the first to rule Florence, while Lorenzo the Magnificent was a patron of the arts, with clients that included Michelangelo and Botticelli.

Once upon a time when I was young, I had a lovely boyfriend who bought me a hammock and hooked it up on my tiny and highly perilous roof terrace, where I spent many happy hours just rocking and reading, eating Quavers and reflecting on my lovely handsome boyfriend. Then, I married him and we had a bunch of children and a dog and moved somewhere where it rains all the time, and I think the hammock is in storage. This, my friends, is apparently what's known as 'happily ever after'.

Everyone, if they are lucky, loses parents that they love, in the end.

Nina had been told regularly since she was a child that she needed more fresh air, at which she would take her book and clamber up the apple tree at the bottom of their tatty garden, away from the car her father was always tinkering with but had never driven in all the years of her childhood—she wondered what had happened to it—and hide there, braced against the trunk, her feet swinging, burying herself in Enid Blyton or Roald Dahl until she was allowed back inside again.

She is resisting the Internet idea...because she doesn't want to one day tell her children that she posted an ad on the Internet, interviewed twenty-five hopeful candidates, and finally their father turned up and looked good in comparison with the rest of them. It just doesn't seem right.

and I was selfish and wrong not to ask about your family before. I was told I should, but I didn't listen. It's my fault." Marek shrugged. "Was not your fault. Was my privilege.

He was a good man, Federico, but like many others was guilty of letting his wife handle the domestics, despite the fact that she'd been to law school and graduated higher than he had.

Is this a love potion?" "Oh goodness, no, you don't need that," said Bronagh. "No. It's for the bond that holds two sisters, one of the strongest things on earth. Forged in steel, hard as iron, easy to burn, never to break. Goodspeed home.

I know," he said in a bewildered tone. "I know youse all think I'm an ancient fuddy-duddy from the dawn of time." "Why would we think that, Dad?" said Innes. "Just because you are an ancient fuddy-duddy from the dawn of time.

Now it was rare to lose a parent or lose a child; and people wouldn't discuss it, in case it invited bad luck in. In case it was tempting fate, or superstition. She thought of how many people wouldn't talk about Hari's speechlessness in case drawing attention to it would somehow visit it upon their own children.

Dieu avait fait en sorte de rendre les adolescents insupportables pour que les parents se réjouissent lorsqu'ils quittent le nid familial.

Each member of the family shipwrecked on their own island of grief.