#ai

Can't you just see it? Can't you see us with gray hair, sitting at those late night football games. I'll be the dad with one eye on my football playing sons, and the other on our daughter, who if she looks anything like you, I will need to carry a gun to fight off all of those horny teenage boys. ↗

— Jennifer Foor

#voicemail #family

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love #parting-ways #separation #life

Responsible parenting is NOT a crime. Responsible parenting is most valuable tool of our society. ↗

— Mick Karabegovic

#abuse-of-public-authority #crime-against-family #crime-against-fathers #family #family-law

I'll be here when you get back. ↗

— Ally Carter

#family #loyalty #waiting #family

You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair." Douglas MacArthur ↗

— Terri Marie

#chapter #children #family #magic #faith

Life is alot like surfing… When you get caught in the impact zone, you’ve got to just get back up. Because you never know what may be over the next wave. ↗

— Bethany Hamilton

#faith

What r u doing now? I'm beating my dad at poker. Picturing him with his family, I smiled. Getting ready for bed. Wish I was there. My eyes widened. What the what? Wait r u naked? No!!! I sent back. Perv. Damn, At least I have my imagination. That's all you will ever have. We'll c. No you won't. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#cam #hott #j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #lol

No speech can stain what is noble by nature. ↗

— Sophocles

#noble #speech #stain

She has very strong ideas about family - ideas that probably sound kind of sexist to you. She believes all dhampirs should train and put in time as guardians, but that the women should eventually return home to raise their children together. But not the men? No, he said wryly. She thinks men still need to stay out there and kill Strigoi. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#raise-children #sexist #women #family

People who have recently lost someone have a certain look, recognizable maybe only to those who have seen that look on their own faces. I have noticed it on my face and I notice it now on others. The look is one of extreme vulnerability, nakedness, openness. It is the look of someone who walks from the ophthalmologist's office into the bright daylight with dilated eyes, or of someone who wears glasses and is suddenly made to take them off. These people who have lost someone look naked because they think themselves invisible. I myself felt invisible for a period of time, incorporeal. I seemed to have crossed one of those legendary rivers that divide the living from the dead, entered a place in which I could be seen only by those who were themselves recently bereaved. I understood for the first time the power in the image of the rivers, the Styx, the Lethe, the cloaked ferryman with his pole. I understood for the first time the meaning in the practice of suttee. Widows did not throw themselves on the burning raft out of grief. The burning raft was instead an accurate representation of the place to which their grief (not their families, not the community, not custom, their grief) had taken them. ↗

— Joan Didion

#loss-of-faith #faith