#hood

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#family

Son, there are times a man has to do things he doesn't like to, in order to protect his family. ↗

— Ralph Moody

#fatherhood #responsibility #family

Oh, brothers and sisters, families can be forever! Do not let the lures [or the irritants] of the moment draw you away from them! Divinity, eternity, and family--they go together, hand in hand, and so must we! ↗

— Spencer W. Kimball

#parenthood #family

Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they're used. ↗

— Max Brooks

#falsity #lies #max-brooks #truth #world-war-z

Parenthood doesn’t improve one’s character, it exposes it. ↗

— Leslie A. Gordon

#drama #family #novel #parenthood #parenting

Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me. ↗

— John Kennedy Toole

#motherhood #mrs-irene-riley #family

Leah: I want those gubs Mommy. Kate: They're not 'gubs' they're 'gloves' Aaden and Leah try and say gloves Leah: Gloves! Kate: Good job! Aaden: Gubs! Kate: No ↗

— Kate Gosselin

#family #gloves #motherhood #mothers #parenting

Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. "Later. Food first." Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. "You are a total sap. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#black-dagger-brotherhood #butch #butch-vishous #j-r-ward #lover-revealed

It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man , more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road. 'How do you get to West Egg village?' he asked helplessly. I told him. Ans as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He has casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#neighbourhood #freedom

...there is still a kind of unique loneliness to child rearing for women. We so often do it in isolation. Add to the fact that in our competitive, perfectionist culture, in which the price woman are required to pay for freedom still seems to be martyrdom, almost everyone lies about motherhood. Part of that lying is loyalty - I can't let on that my kid is the only one on the playground who can't read or play the piano - and part of it is self-protection, since we've made hyper-motherhood a measure of female success. The preferred answer to the question "How are you?" is always "Fine," and the answer to the question "How are the kids?" is supposed to be "Great!" That's true even if the accurate answers would be "terrible" and "a mess." I think it produces its own kind of desperation, especially for women, who yearn to be emotionally open. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#freedom