Quotes About Family

She'd looked after Hector in his last months out of a sense of duty. Because she was all he had.

As always after a trip home, he wondered why he found it so difficult to get on with his father. There were never arguments, no real antagonism, but he always left feeling an edgy mixture of guilt and inadequacy.

Maybe my parents had it right, and all kids need is love, fresh air and a bit of healthy neglect.

Outside was the huge winter sky, which made you dizzy just to think of it, inside a small family drama, a soap opera. And she was in the middle.

Perhaps it was healthier to hate your mother. Perhaps she should be grateful that Margaret had treated her like shit.

obligation to their parents. She said they don't ask to be born. The obligation all goes one way. I didn't see it then but now I think she

Since the funeral there had been an undercurrent of tension, a tetchiness

That was the way things worked in Shetland. It wasn't necessarily significant. People were related in complicated and intimate ways. Coincidence couldn't be allowed to appear sinister.

She'd been an only child of two doting but not terribly emotionally intelligent parents. They were practical – if she asked for something, they gave it to her. But she couldn't ask for what she really needed. She didn't know how.

His family longed for him to be home though they would never say so. It was his choice, they said. He should do whatever made him happy. They were proud of the work he did. But the pressure was there, subtle and unspoken.

Second cousins.

Taylor leidis, et tema jaoks tähendab lõbusõit kruiisilaeval maapealset põrgut. Jääda laevale lõksu, keset merd koos sadade inimestega, keda sa pole endale kaaslaseks valinud ja kelle vastu sa pead olema viisakas, ilma et oleks võimalik jalga lasta. Perekonnaga on ju tegelikult sama lugu, mõtiskles ta.

Rick supposed there were worse ways to go than a fatal heart attack. Anything, surely, would be better than descending into dementia like Ken. The cloudy eyes and unfocused thoughts, the restless twitching of the hands. That was surely a kind of death. It was as if Ken was disappearing almost before their eyes but becoming at the same time deeper and more nuanced.

She loved her parents – of course she did – but when they were with her, she had to put on a show.

We weren't that sort of family. We just got on with things.

The grown-ups, or maybe I should say the parents, ate in the dining room.

Home is an invention on which no one has yet improved.

My parents weren't involved in show business, but my parents would show me. We'd watch old films in the house. Little film festivals of Westerns and stuff like that when I was a kid. I knew I wanted to be those guys in those movies before I knew what being an actor was.

My parents used to do these little film festivals in our house where we'd watch all the Marx Brothers movies, or Chaplin movies, and a lot of westerns.

My mother was a reader; my father was a reader. Not anything particularly sophisticated. My mother read fat historical or romantic novels; my father liked to read Westerns, Zane Grey, that kind of stuff. Whatever they brought in, I read.

My dad started to watch westerns at dollar cinemas in Seoul and felt like America was a miraculous place. His family had lost a lot of land during the Korean War and the Japanese occupation. That affected him a lot as a kid. He always felt like he needed to come to the U.S. and get land.

At the end of the day, whether it was in a little church or Westminster Abbey didn't matter: it was me, as a brother, doing a reading for my sister and her husband at their wedding, and I wanted to do it right.

My grandmothers are full of memories, smelling of soap and onions and wet clay, with veins rolling roughly over quick hands, they have many clean words to say, my grandmothers were strong.

My most visceral childhood memory is getting home from hockey. Much of our family time revolved around hockey, and it rains a lot in Perth, and we'd get home tired and wet in our tracksuits, and the smell I'd hold in my nose is of mother's vegetable soup.