Family Quotes - Soul mates

 

Family Quotes - Soul mates 

“I don't think a female running a house is a problem, a broken family. It's perceived as one because of the notion that a head is a man. ”

― Toni Morrison

 

“He'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about.”

― Jamie Ford, Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet

 

“Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't.

I have grey eyes to her green,

an oval face to her heart-shaped one,

I'm shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer.

All we shared is a madhouse of curls

that I imprison in a ponytail

while she let hers rave

like madness

around her head.

I don't sing in my sleep

or eat the petals off flowers

or run into the rain instead of out of it.

I'm the unplugged-in one,

the side-kick sister,

tucked into a corner of her shadow.

Boys followed her everywhere;

they filled the booths at the restaurant where she waitressed,

herded around her at the river.

One day, I saw a boy come up behind her

and pull a strand of her long hair

I understood this-

I felt the same way.

In photographs of us together,

she is always looking at the camera,

and I am always looking at her.”

― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

 

“[Homeschooling]...recipe for genius: More of family and less of school, more of parents and less of peers, more creative freedom and less formal lessons.”

― Raymond S. Moore, School Can Wait

 

“Ahem! Ahem!” As I recalled, Aunt Kathy loved Uncle Dan so much, she went grocery shopping during his funeral and failed to attend his burial as well. Apparently, Ham Hocks, Collard greens, Chitlin, Fatback, and Hog-Head cheesetook higher priority over his Last Rites. Then the reverend proceeded cautiously as he introduced my mom. “Let metell y’all about my Ms. Liza. Sister Kathy kept this one close.”

“Ahem! Ahem! Ar-choo! Ahem!”

Shockingly, there was a lightening blast that rocked the building once again while dimming the lights for more than 10seconds. The crowd turned restless, took a deep breath, and then allowed Pastor Keith to resume. “I’m gonna tell y’all, they were two kernels on a cob. When you saw Sister Kathy, you saw Sister Liza.

“Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!”

“The two of them raised those boys from seeds to bean stalks. We helped nourish them right here in Zion Gate Union. Now they’re just ripe for the harvest. I hope some of you ladies can take a

 

hint!” For a brief moment, modest laughter filled the church. Yet, it was needed because Pastor Keith had gone into uncharted waters. No one dared to challenge my mom. Yet, Pastor Keith was speaking glowingly about her. Only a fewwanted to see where the Reverend was going. But most didn’t care to re-open that door. Church members were so afraid of Mom, no one dared to call her by name. All parishioners would go mute and head the other way, or simply hit the exits just to avoid all encounters.”

― Harold Phifer, My Bully, My Aunt, & Her Final Gift

 

“Ask anyone and they'll most likely say their family is crazy, and if they don't say their family is crazy, their friends are crazy. That's because everyone is crazy after taking the mask off. People are most themselves when not really trying to fit in, when either alone or around those already closest to them, and that is crazy.”

― Criss Jami, Killosophy

 

“It never takes longer than a few minutes, when they get together, for everyone to revert to the state of nature, like a party marooned by a shipwreck. That's what a family is. Also the storm at sea, the ship, and the unknown shore. And the hats and the whiskey stills that you make out of bamboo and coconuts. And the fire that you light to keep away the beasts.”

― Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union

 

“If it's to protect our family, be it the Kingdom or the entire world... We would make anyone our enemy! That's what it means to be Fairy Tail!!”

― Hiro Mashima

 

“Maybe raising children was just giving them the things you loved most in the world and hoping that they loved them too.”

― Kevin Wilson, Nothing to See Here

 

“Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.”

― Jonathon Tropper

 

“Dr. Webb says that losing a sibling is oftentimes much harder for a person than losing any other member of the family. "A sibling represents a person's past, present, and future," he says. "Spouses have each other, and even when one eventually dies, they have memories of a time when they existed before that other person and can more readily imagine a life without them. Likewise, parents may have other children to be concerned with--a future to protect for them. To lose a sibling is to lose the one person with whom one shares a lifelong bond that is meant to continue on into the future.”

― John Corey Whaley, Where Things Come Back

 

“Talaith leaned forward, studied her youngest daughter. “You think you’re evil?”

“Pure evil,” Izzy clarified, which got her a rather vicious glare from Rhi. An expression Dagmar had never thought the young,

perpetually smiling or sobbing girl was capable of.

“Why would you think you’re evil?”

“It’s a feeling I have.”

“No. Someone told her.”

Rhi glowered at her sister. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to,” Izzy shot back. “I know you.”

“Well, who told her that?” Talaith demanded.

And, as one, they all turned and looked at Gwenvael.

He blinked, sat up straight. “I would never say such a thing to my dear sweet niece!”

“You said it to me,” Talwyn snapped.

“That’s because you’re not my dear sweet niece. You’re the rude little cow who threw a knife at my head.”

“I wasn’t aiming for you. I was aiming for Mum.”

“She’s right,” Annwyl admitted. “I just ducked behind you.” She shrugged. “Sorry.”

― G.A. Aiken, How to Drive a Dragon Crazy

 

“She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek...

 

Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair.

 

Mr. Bradford beamed.”

― Heather Dixon, Entwined

 

“Soul mates. They really call themselves that, which makes sense, because I guess they are ... They have no harsh edges with each other, no spiny conflicts, they ride though life like conjoined jellyfish - expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other's spaces liquidly. Making it look easy.”

― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

 

“The best part of having a relationship is getting to call the person or lay down next to them and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long, and in the end that’s what it’s about, kids. It’s not about the sex, it’s not about the money that they give you or whatever. It’s not about how good-looking they are, it’s about, can they listen to you talk for hours and hours and hours about stupid shit that doesn't matter.”

― Tegan Quin

 

“Secrets,’ she replied, casting my trousers aside, ‘are difficult things. Not precise. Not always the same for the one who tells as for the one who receives. They make demands. They may cause you to ask yourself, “Am I worthy?”’ At which, as if to illustrate the point, she removed her bra and watched me follow the lines of her magnificent form with my eyes.”

― Michael Tobert, Karna's Wheel

 

“How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?”

― Madeline Claire Franklin, The Poppet and the Lune

 

“Ranjana finds Stephen lying on an old string bed staring up at the ceiling and seeing in its myriad cracks the soothing drift of clouds. She puts what she’s brought to his lips, brushes them with her fingertips, and watches as he works the sweet onto his teeth. She feels a light touch on her arm encouraging her to lie next to him. She rests on her back, the pair of them laid out like two corpses waiting for the first shower of moist earth. After a while, she rolls over, nuzzles into his shoulder, and lets her hand fall limp and sweet across his chest. She drifts off to sleep, sweating in the arms of her lover.”

― Michael Tobert, Karna's Wheel

 

“For his children, he would move mountains.”

― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn