Quotes About Love

a wonderful feeling being married, and having her

will always be there for you, and so will your dad. We might fight and argue, but we are family at bottom, eh?

She sighed. Children were a bind really. You loved them but they never seemed to be out of your life. Wherever they were they demanded your time and energy.

They weren't a bad family. At least they loved one another, cared for one another. Most of the time anyway.

she looked at her kids and felt the swell of pride she always did when she saw them en masse. When they were all happy in each other's company it made it all seem worthwhile.

Nothing begins, and nothing ends That is not paid with moan; For we are born in other's pain, And perish in our own.' Francis Thompson ('Daisy', 1913), 1859-1907 'Oh! how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.' Colley Cibber (The Double Gallant, 1707), 1671-1757

Her nephew, Aiden Junior, and his girl were hanging on to each other for dear life, just happy being

My sister and my sister's child, Myself and children three.' – William Cowper, 1731-1800 With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of the other. – Martin Chuzzlewit Charles Dickens, 1812-1870

It was funny, but even though the kids lived their own lives and she was useless in her efforts to help them any more, she still couldn't sleep until they were all in. Safe and sound.

see that a mother's love, a real mother's love, is probably the most important thing a child can have in its life. It means more than money, more than anything.

Take care and God bless, Martina x

We all have to live by our own lights, love, do what we can.

She had always been the voice of reason, had been the one who smoothed over quarrels and made sure that they remembered they were family. Stopped the fights before they began and reminded them that, at the end of the day, each other was all that any of them really had. As close as they were, they had all fallen out big time over the years. She had been the voice of reason.

She had held them together with the sheer force of her will and her overpowering love. What would happen to them all now? Who would keep them all together, make sure they didn't fall apart, didn't rake up the past and cause murders?

known the security of love, as a child and as an adult.

Young Pat Junior was a handful, and he loved him with all his heart. He was his father's son all right; he only hoped that he didn't have anything of his paternal grandfather inside him.

You looked after your child, no matter who had fathered it, and no matter how much you might hate them deep down inside. A child was there for the duration of your life and, if you were really lucky, they buried you, and not vice versa. A mother would give her own heart to ensure the child she had created would live on, would be happy to do so. Would be loved.

But she wanted her mother to know that she did love her. All day, every day, she loved her.

mother that she missed so desperately because, no matter what happened in life, there was always a bed for you at your mother's home. All the time she was alive her children had somewhere to go. Somewhere to run to, and somewhere to call home.

once your mother was gone, they were gone, and no one could ever replace them.

When your children are young they tread on your feet. When they get older they tread on your heart!

Charity and beating begins at home. John Fletcher, 1579-1625, Wit Without Money

Women loved their babies from the second they pushed them into the world; they were programmed to love them, feed them, and protect them, no matter what.

It was family, blood, kin. It was what made the world go round and people strive to better themselves. At the end of the day, family was all you had.