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“my mother
is pure radiance.

she is the sun
i can touch
and kiss

and hold
without
getting burnt.”
― Sanober Khan

“I don't feel the need to explain my actions to her. I don't clarify, I don't doubt, I don't worry. I don't tell her everything, not anymore, but I tell her more than anyone else, by far. I tell her as much as I can.”
― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

“Awakened to the crow of a rooster almost old enough to retire to a cooking pot.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“Notation on Quark Manipulation as Applied to the Time/Space Continuum.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Steel Blood

“only a handful of pregnant women are like Emily; that is, they go to the hospital with pain and get the surprise of their life by delivering a child. Using Emily’s least-favorite math term, decimals, the number would be 0.0004 percent of all U.S. births. About fifteen hundred surprise babies a year.”
― Jack Getze, Making Hearts

“My litter sister looks up at me.
Mom was right. Her eyes are the same as they've always been. Brown eyes fringed with long lashes and steeped with the memory of sweetness and light, laughter and joy - trapped in this mangled corpse-like face.
"It's all right, baby girl," I whisper into her hair as I hug her. "I'm here. I came for you."
Her face crumples and her eyes shine. "You came for me."
I stroke her hair. It's as silky as ever.”
― Susan Ee, World After

“I love you all; I love you more than life itself, but you're all fucking mad.”
― Ozzy Osbourne

“Bond is stronger than blood. The family grows stronger by bond.”
― Itohan Eghide, The Book of Maxims, Poems and Anecdotes

“Her hands flew to her mouth. 'Are we even twins?'
Josh rested his hand on her shoulder and brought his forehead to rest against hers, strands of their blond hair mingling. 'I will always be your brother, Sophie. I will always look after you.”
― Michael Scott, The Enchantress

“The place of horror turns out to be no more than a green scoop, sometimes shadowed, sometimes shining with the bilberries and grass within it, as if a mouth had opened from which streamed a beam of light. So my uncle Robert's death, which had looked from a distance to be an all-consuming tragedy was, close-up, the story of a man finding release from his pain and how his brother had showed such defiant love. The past was a grave, a trap - and yet, also neither of these. Just light, coming and going.

At the wolf pit you imagine you will stare into a hole littered with bones, but what draws you to that place is not what you take from it. The wolf pit seems a delicate illusion. You walk towards it; there is nothing, just a curve of the moor; then it is a soft green light, and then it is nothing again.”
― Will Cohu, The Wolf Pit: A Moorland Romance

“What was love but one long act of forgiveness, of choosing to return, over and over again.”
― Janika Oza, A History of Burning

“Son, we are all products of operant conditioning. By daring to think outside the box, you'll be judged. Stay the course. Heightened cognizance is meaningful only when freely sought out and discovered. Not when it is incrementally spoon-fed to you throughout your lifetime.”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“He will always provide for His children, but it may not be in the manner we wish.”
― Grace Hitchcock, Hearts of Gold Collection

“I didn't care that this crossed the line of keeping my distance or confusing boundaries. In that moment, I needed there to be no space between the three of us. I needed to feel us together, with no beginning and no end.”
― Adrienne Young, The Unmaking of June Farrow

“Bonds of family and love can withstand any storm and then life, even with its trials, can still be a beautiful and meaningful journey.”
― Jyoti Patel, NIRVANA: RAGA â€� DVESHA â€� MOHA

“I can remember Grandma telling stories about little nest makers leaving wards in the wid. The details would shift and change as she got older, but it always involved Saint Vinson's crystal spider and a wandering soul haunted by nightmares.”
― John Michael Bauer, Besnowed

“I can remember Grandma telling stories about little nest makers leaving wards in the wild. The details would shift and change as she got older, but it always involved Saint Vinson's crystal spider and a wandering soul haunted by nightmares.”
― John Michael Bauer, Besnowed

“Family love is the only constant !”
― Toddly Publications, I Really Love To Love: Kidsâ€� first book expressing love for FAMILY!

“A house divided against itself cannot stand.”
― Abraham Lincoln

“When I asked Grandma about it she told me in her own way . . .she wanted me to know that each time I looked at my quilt it would remind me to be compassionate with other and identify with their struggles. I remember her exact words, same ones she repeated so many times: "Chile, Grandma never wants you to look at the bad in folks and go backwards. I wants you to look at the good in them and go forward. If you jest look at the bad you gonna fine zactly what you lookin' for. Even the worse folks got a speck of good, you jest gotta fine it.”
― Phyllis Biffle Elmore, Quilt of Souls: A Memoir

“Even as people put their faith in psychiatrists and drugs, they never put the faith in the support that family and loved ones could give!”
― A Victor Adharsh

“Even when raised by a loving parent, a young adult may be influenced to the point of hopping on the fast-moving trans train and leaving the loving family behind.”
― Lisa Shultz, The Trans Train: A Parent's Perspective on Transgender Medicalization and Ideology

“Why would I want to wake up? What was the point in waking up to a reality where I may never see my brother again?”
― Emily Grace, River Of Sorrows

“The tenement at 179 [East 93rd Street, NYC] was the first real home I can remember. Until we moved there we had lived like gypsies, never traveling far -- in fact never out of the neighborhood -- but always moving, haunted and pursued by eviction notices, attachments, and glinty-eyed landlord's agents. The Marxes were poor, very poor. We were always hungry. And we were numerous. But thanks to the amazing spirit of my father and my mother, poverty never made any of us depressed or angry. My memory of my earliest years is vague but pleasant, full of the sound of singing and laughter, and full of people I loved.”
― Harpo Marx, HARPO SPEAKS!

“Oh for a son
when my head is bowed
and years have lined my face �
A stalwart son
with a gentle heart,
where I still hold
a mother's place.

Oh, for a son
when eyes grow dim
and memories recede �
A spirited son,
a steadfast son,
who sees but does not
fear my need.”
― Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children

“One hundred years is more than enough for me."

"But I didn't get to spend those hundred years with you. Even if I did, it still wouldn't be enough. I'll never be ready to let you go."

"Oh sweet girl, you will be fine without me. In fact, you will thrive."

"I wish I could believe that."

"I promise, Mari. You will see one day. And when I am gone, look for me in the yellow flowers. I'll be there for you, always.”
― Sydney J. Shields, The Honey Witch

“Home is not just walls and a roof; it is where the heart finds love and peace, and where memories take root, grounding us no matter how far we wander.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya, Our Nepal, Our Pride

“I love you,â€� I said.
His soft honey fur rubbed against my arms. I had a warm feeling in my chest that I never wanted to go.”
― Santino Mattherson, The Light In The Shadows

“A loveless life does not have to be a lifelong sentence. God is the restorer of broken hearts and families, and He can bring love, care, and affection into the most desperate of situations. Sometimes, it takes a new season, a new chapter, or a new person to bring light and love into a family's life.”
― Shaila Touchton

“Through it all, my babushka stood by me, a quiet strength against the reckless choices of youth. Her love was an invisible woven blanket of protection, a reminder that even in my wildest moments, I had someone who cared enough to help me navigate the aftermath.”
― Diana Kouprina, Borderline: A Poetic Memoir