Quotes About Family

She respects him as a father! And she will cheat on him like a husband!

it's important for fathers and sons to go to baseball games. It's the American way of male bonding.

Ironically, pretending that parenting is easy diminishes the value of family. As truth seekers and truth speakers, we need to be honest about the cost of parenting.

If you really think there's a Santa, why don't you sit on the front steps all night in the freezing cold and see if he climbs down any chimneys tonight. Good luck. And since we're a family that isn't lucky enough to have a chimney, how would Santa get into our house? Does he bring a locksmith with him? And it probably would have to be a Jewish locksmith, because a Christian locksmith is going to want to be home with his family. And how many Jewish locksmiths are there? None.

My bookstore obsession grew to the point where I'd search for new shops during family trips, as though that were the reason for our travel.

She is a little daughter not a mother. And guess what? she likes you A LOT. You just need to man up so her mother gives her to you safely.

I hear they feed you in Sing Sing," Evie muttered. "Three squares a day." "Evangeline," Will said with a sigh. "Charity begins at home." "So does mental illness.

Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.

In a world beyond this one, that river goes on singing sweetly, enchanting us with what we want to hear, shaping what we need to see in order to keep going. In those waters, all disappointments are forgotten, our mistakes forgiven. Gazing into them, we see a strong father. A loving mother. Warm rooms where we are sheltered, adored, wanted. And the uncertainty of our futures is nothing more than the fog of breath on a windowpane.

So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all.

Tell my brother to remember his heart in all things. That is where his honor and his destiny will be found. Tell him.

We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.

Mom's crying a bit, quietly, the way she always does. She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop. I squeeze Mom's hand and she squeezes back. I don't say anything, but at least she knows I've heard her. (Going Bovine)

For once, Evie didn't know what to say. She hadn't really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.

People are…" Mabel wheezed. "Mostly good, you…" Wheeze. "Know? Mostly." She tried to take a breath. It was hard. Like breathing through layers of gauze. Where were her parents? She loved them so. "Mostly. I believe that with…" A bloody cough tore through Mabel's lungs. "… With all my… all my heart.

I am not asking you to understand, Papa. I'm asking for you to accept. Accept what? Me. Accept me, Papa. My decision to live my own life as I see fit. It is so quiet that I suddenly wish I could take it back. Sorry, it was only a terrible joke. I should like a new dress, please.

Evie was still crying and so didn't know what Sam whispered to Theta over the top of her head. She only knew that now there were two sets of arms around her, holding her close, holding her up. She only knew that she had family after all.

The only thing I don't divulge is the truth about Mother killing little Carolina. I don't know why. Perhaps I sense he's not ready to know that just yet. Maybe he never will. People can live with only so much honesty. And sometimes, people can suprise you. I talk to my brother as I never have before, trusting in him, letting the river listen to my confessions on its path toward the sea. ~pg 693

No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of things. Evie had never really quite fit, and when she tried, she'd just pop back out, like a doll squeezed into a too-small box.

We're never prepared for how much we love our children, for how much we wish we could protect them by being perfect.

I don't trust her father than I can run full-steam in a corset.

Blood is thicker than water. That's what they say. But in truth, most things are.

Tell me, do you have family near?" Miss Addie asked. "I'm an orphan," Theta said. "You're wrong." The old woman blinked up at the ceiling, her fingers waving in the air. "You do have family. I see it in your aura. They're… they're all around you.

This is the first family dinner I ever had," she said. "The first of many," Evie promised.