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The dysfunction was not the character of one person, it was the split of family by divorce, with the ripples felt for eternity by bloodline. ↗

— Amber Garibay

#divorce #dysfunction #family #family

By adherence to a special set of rules, the child of the shabby-genteel can sometimes leap across the time which has passed by his family and function in the real world without doing violence to the hopes his mother held out for him. But those who cannot live within this pattern are the freaks and poets, and they travel a different road to peace. ↗

— Murray Kempton

#class #freaks #middle-class #poets #family

If they burn your school, burn their children, if they destroy your buildings destroy their people if they tear down your homes tear down their families. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#destroy #family

And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be ↗

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall

#family #memories #sorrow #under-the-mesquite #family

The one general theme I took away from that first week with my new friends, was that everyone had their issues. Life in its simplest form is an attempt to deal with and avoid potential impediments. Some families take dysfunction to lofty heights while other break apart like Oreos mixed in a blender. ↗

— Phil Wohl

#honeymoon #vacation #family

Smile at the Fates and you will feel less their Slave. ↗

— Denise Sevier Fries

#children #destiny #family #fate #fates

My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me - the humiliation of it - as a soprano. These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you. ↗

— Mary Rose O'Reilley

#darkness #earth #evil #fasola #malice

I came running down the stairs that morning, like it was Christmas. My parents were already up. In my family, presents never waited; they were there upon waking. Our family has a problem with what they called delayed gratification. We want what we want when we want it, and we always want it now. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#ennui #spoiled #want #wealth #family

My life was a wreck. I had nothing, no material possessions, unless debts counts. Fourteen pairs of shoes that were too small for me was all I had to show after a lifetime of profligate spending. I hadn’t a job. I hadn’t any qualifications. I’d achieved nothing with my life. I’d never been happy. I had no husband or boyfriend. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#sadness #self-esteem #family

That evening he plays with the children, cleans the hamster's cage with them, gets them into their pyjamas, and reads to them three times over, once together, then to Jake on his own, then to Naomi. It is at times like these that his life makes sense. How soothing it is, the scent of clean bedlinen and minty toothpaste breath, and his children's eagerness to hear the adventures of imaginary beings, and how touching, to watch the children's eyes grow heavy as they struggle to hang on to the priceless last minutes of their day, and finally fail. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

#children #family #fatherhood #family