7,080 Quotes About Family

Harper Broussard was the one for him.But he knew she didn't know that yet.

The baby hiccupped then farted.James laughed. Best wingman ever, and he couldn't even talk.

James was stiff, and his arm was asleep, and he wasn't sure he'd ever get the kink out of his neck, but he had a baby boy sleeping like a rock on his chest and a gorgeous woman sleeping like a rock up against his side, her cheek on his chest, some of her hair clutched in the baby's fist, and a shaggy dog sleeping like a rock on his left foot. James wouldn't have moved for a million dollars.

[Harper'd] wondered briefly if those novels were making her set her standards too high. But then she'd realized that no, actually, what those stories had done was help her not confuse lust and crushes and simple attraction and I-kind-of-like-him with something deeper and more passionate. And they'd helped her decide to wait for the real thing. She knew what love looked like. It just hadn't come along for her. Yet.

Alec didn’t recognize the woman, but he recognized that tone of voice.He knew how it was to lay claim to what you loved, a§ the moreinsistently because people doubted the love that belonged to you. Alecwasn’t sure what to say, so he did one of his favorite things. He producedhis phone and found a rea§y good picture, walked up to the dais, andshowed it to them both.“›is is my son, Max.

Aren't you in pain, Mother?" she wanted to call out. "Mother, I'm suffering too.

You don't have to channel anyone," [James] said gruffly. "You're a fucking heroine all on your own.

Your government is the biggest threat to the long term survival of your family.

My mother likes odd numbers and is suspicious of the even ones. She reads a new book every week and is bewitched by black holes in the universe. She describes herself as an optimist but she worries about everything—worries incessantly—worries on behalf of others when she feels they are not worrying adequately for themselves.And my mother misses her own mother, my grandmother, immensely, who only has a past now; who is only allowed to be as we remember her.