Family Relationships Quotes

Controlling others is the cornerstone of dysfunctional families.

Everything's temporary...until it's not.

A child that’s being abused by its parents doesn’t stop loving its parents, it stops loving itself.

You know the saying? Don't go in if you don't have a skin.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

Ladies if A Man is More Invested and Concerned About Your Assets....He Is A Liability

In the end, we all die for what we believe in... mostly because we all die.

They want me to contain the raging fires within me. They need me to appreciate glowing embers, to understand that even weak flames need to be managed with a lot of careful planning.

...our family became a place where you screamed for help but no one heard, not ever.

There's only three things you need to do when you are finished editing your book - Sleep! Sleep! and Sleep!

When you divorce someone, you divorce their whole family, Madeline had told her once.

You are the posterity of your family. You are either continuing the progression or regression of your ancestors.

It's in a can. It's good forever.

At this moment, I know that the answer has to be yes. I am defeated. By my own father. How Darth Vader.

When you're sorting yourself out, family are not often the ones you can turn to. They represent the place of departure and not the place of arrival.

Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.

the harsh truth of every relationship, even between those who love each other, like fathers and sons and daughters, or husbands and wives, is that the love is always unequal.

Your best is good enough.

In my family strange is relative.

If she were alive today, she would be ashamed of me. I'm trying to change that.

...I’m sorry you grew up without me and that fatherly moments came second hand like clothing and toys from your brothers...

You men never change. Is that all you can see? Proud grandfathers of a large....” Mrs. Werner smacked her husband upside the head and took the pictures away.

There’s no such thing as half family.

A relationship is built on trust and faith, and not on rules.

This is the beginning of what we will come to call the Upstairs-Downstairs, Linga-Singha wars.

The blessing begins at home.

But early on I saw this: You are wasting time by suffering twice. I mention this only to show how many things the mind cannot will itself to do, even if it wants to.

I felt a surge of love for my aunt. We disagreed about so many things, yet here was family: the people who kept dancing with you, even after the music stopped.

Dad has shamelessly played the Mom card. Against which there is no defense.

like many families, everyone wandered around like children in a funhouse—they could hardly see one another around the corners, and what they could see was completely distorted.

It is so unkind--' 'Perhaps. But sometimes a compulsion comes over one to speak the truth!

You daughter is prudish?” There was a gleam of triumph in Helena Winter’s face. Fee grimaced. Prudish? No, not that she could claim. Far too mild a word for what she felt.

Husband and wife are like a pair of scissors, joined together for life but always moving in opposite directions. If anyone comes in between, they join together and cut them off.

Our worth comes from the promises we keep.

He was supposed to be the first man to tell her that she was beautiful and help her determine who she was before anyone had the opportunity to label her. She was supposed to be his “little girl”.

You married into the family. You have to love me. It's a contractual obligation.

I tried to teach them [his sons] that about the importance of self-discipline, and that the culture of yes is built on a foundation of no.

Glory had rehearsed angry outbursts in anticipation of his arrival. She began to hope he would come so she could tell him exactly what she thought.

I've had an amazing life. One filled with blessings I could never have imagined.Depressed is the last thing I am. Realistic, yes. Sad, never.

Perhaps I am a rose-picker and a breeze-sniffer.

You're my daughter. I don't care about the factions.

The most wonderful part of life is when your family becomes your friends, and your friends become your family.

Even as children they had been good in fact, but also in order to be seen as good. There was something disturbingly like hypocrisy about it all...

The hardest thing about talking to teenagers, I had discovered, was that whatever you said inevitably came across like something an elderly aunt would say at a wedding.

For a second, I see into the future: she's old and grey, she has senile dementia and can't remember my name. The thought pretty much breaks my heart in two.

Dad was the glue to the broken pieces of our family.

Children become frustrated and resentful when they view their parents as not being interested “in how they feel and in their point of view.

To receive many blessings, read to your children from the womb to the tomb.

The first person I knew who died was Beth March. I cried for three days.

My grandfather used to wear a black hat and coat. You are my children. You are my jewels. We old ones invest our future in you.