Quotes About Family

How terrible to lose a child most of the world never knew was missing.

A parent's approval always mattered, regardless of age—

I could stay in every night for the rest of my life and my mother still wouldn't be happy. In fact, maybe she'd be better off if I finally did go out and meet a grand demise. Get the waiting game over with. Because, as my mother will tell you, there are worse things than having your daughter abducted. There's getting her back and realizing you've lost her after all.

Most people don't realize what a financial luxury privacy is. An individual bedroom, time alone, designated workspace: These things cost money. Angelique got to sleep in a shared family room, while probably doing homework on the kitchen table on a refurbished laptop after her brother had his turn.

All happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way'?" "Anna Karenina.

father might have been my favorite playmate, but she was my hero

My family's loud. Not big, but definitely demonstrative. My father still grabs my mother around the waist and tries to lure her into dark corners. As an adult, I appreciate their relationship. As a kid...Hell, we were scared to death not to announce ourselves before walking down a darkened hall.

And if I'd once fallen hard for my husband, I fell even harder for my child. It was as if my entire life had been building to this one moment, my finest work, my greatest accomplishment, this tiny bundle of precious life.

Families aren't built in a day. But they can be destroyed in an instant.

So let's catch this son of a bitch, so I can return to my classes, and finish up my degree. Then I'll join law enforcement, neglect my own family, and the cycle will be complete.

For a bit, he picked up the paperbacks, thumbed the worn edges. Military thrillers. Books with clear right and wrong where the good guys always won in the end. Zero or hero. A part of Telly clearly wanted to be the hero. The brother who'd saved his sister. The troubled teen who, according to his PO, was trying to do better.

When we'd magically assumed we could do better than our own parents, because we hadn't walked in their shoes yet. We didn't realize just how complicated and lonely even a good marriage can get.

Loving a child was humbling.

My mother would watch him and sigh. He's a young soul, she would say, with a tender heart. She worried for him. But never for me. I was the happy one. At least, that's how the story goes.

We have been together too long for her to want to be apart. We are hers, the children of her sister's body and her heart.

Promise me, then: If you ever see my father, if he should ever show up at our front door, you'll kill him first, and ask questions later. He'll never touch Ree. Promise me that, Jason. My husband looked me in the eye. He said, Consider it done.

A perfect family, I think, is one that's learned how to forgive.

She had this conversation with herself once a year. Generally, right about now, when the holidays were looming and people were talking excitedly about family gatherings, and she went home each night to an empty condo that seemed much emptier than it did in spring-filled May or hot, sunny August.

He's familiar, but he's not the same. He's an American whose family came from Haiti. My aunt, my sister, myself, we are Haitians who now live in America. He has never felt the ground shake beneath his feet. He doesn't understand that it can happen again.

Slivers of privacy in an arrangement where my younger brother is also living, sleeping, waking right beside me. And maybe I don't mind. I protected my baby brother from our father. I led him from our collapsing house. Even now, I have promised us both a better future.

Bien sûr, des inconnus peuvent vous faire du mal. Mais les gens que vous aimez font ça tellement mieux...

Lani might be a screw-up with horrible taste in men, but she was still a mom. Why people assumed those things couldn't go together, I'll never know.

So you've studied psychobabble and you've attended half of the FBI Academy. What does that make you? Someone who also lost her sister. And her mother, too, for that matter. Trump. In the contest of who has gotten dumped on more by life, I believe I just won.

Clearly Livia had mad skills. Which meant she also had a way out of her impoverished, drug-dealing, crime-ridden family life. Her education combined with her natural ability—the sky should've been the limit. So what went wrong? Why wasn't she still at school, perfecting more pumpkins and fidget doohickeys and manufacturing molds while preparing to launch the next great