Quotes About Family

My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

Burke laughed, but there wasn't any humor in his voice. "Romeo and Juliet died, son. Consider that all the answer you need.

What the hell is that?" I asked. "I mean, what are you supposed to be dressed like?" "I'm a sexy carrot." I looked at Dad and shook my head slowly. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

Jesus, you fuck with my head," he said roughly. "My cock gets hard just thinkin' about you. You're in my dreams every night. I wake up in the morning and all I think about is you in my house, you and Noah finally mine. My family. It's even better than ridin' my bike. I'm crazy for you, Soph.

I'd never be more than a toy to him, and the men in his family had a history of breaking their toys. They just did it in different ways.

When you're someone's property, you're a woman the brothers will die to protect," he continued, his voice softening. "They'll die to protect your kid, too. Don't turn that kind of loyalty into something ugly because you don't like the words we use. Dancer, Marie, Maggs? They're proud to be property, because they know what it means. Nobody forcing them to do anything.

Doesn't matter what life you choose – your family will always be a part of you.

If God gave Dad Alzheimer's, He's got to understand when Dad forgets what church he belongs to.

Adoptive Mom? I am a Mom. I need no other label or prefix.

Children are knives, my mother once said. They don't mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don't we, we clasp them until the blood flows.

Mom wouldn't approve of taffy for breakfast, magic word or no magic word, but Gramma Dee is different that way. A lot of grammas are.

My daughter, the one who lives nearby, is raising her children to be very much aware. We went on a nature walk on Monday I'm learning so much from her.

I had a really wonderful upbringing. We were a tight family. It was wonderful to grow up with so many siblings. We were all just a year or two apart, and we were always so supportive of each other. I learned everything from my older brother and sister and taught it to my younger sisters.

I just yesterday returned from a trip where I photographed a woman with two children whom I photographed first when she was the age of the older of the two children.

It's shocking, isn't it, that a kiss could have led to something so big and violent and full of light as a human being? It makes me dizzy to think of all the things that start that way. Whole families, whole countries, whole worlds. Isn't it strange how a whole life can begin with a little spark?

For years after my father left us for Belladonna, I had looked for him... the last time someone had seen them, they were living on a duck's back.

With her mother, Leeda acted a lot.

May wished more than anything that she could show them both how much she loved them. She felt very sorry. Her whole heart was sorry for everything she had ever done to worry them. She closed her eyes and tried to send her love all the way to Earth. She didn't know if it could travel that far.

But the last time they were all at the orchard together, Birdie only found one lone blossom, drying up. She took it with her and tucked it in her hair. What mattered was still there. That was what they all felt, and it was what surprised them all. What mattered couldn't be shaken.

It's shocking, isn't it, that a kiss could have led to something so big and violent and full of light as a human being? It makes me dizzy just to think of all the things that start that way. Whole families, whole countries, whole worlds. Isn't it strange how a whole life can begin with a little spark?

I woke up one morning thinking about wolves and realized that wolf packs function as families. Everyone has a role, and if you act within the parameters of your role, the whole pack succeeds, and when that falls apart, so does the pack.

Many of my books come from what if questions that I can't answer, things that I'm worried about as either a woman, a wife, a mom, an American.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

Instead of plotting the demise of the traditional family, as some politicians and religious leaders would have you believe, gay people mow their lawns and watch 'American Idol' and video their children's concerts and have the same hopes and dreams that their straight counterparts do.