Quotes about Family
Nothing takes you from thirty years old to thirteen faster than your mother's voice rebounding up the stairs like a tennis ball after a forehand slice.
— Lisa Wingate
We are His children, each knit together as we should be. We must go by the name our Father has given us. Beloved.
— Lisa Wingate
One thing that discovering my own history had taught me is that we must learn not to whip ourselves for the failures of others. When a mother cannot love and protect her children, it is not the children who are defective.
— Lisa Wingate
Maybe these are woodpile relatives? People my grandmother doesn't want to acknowledge as part of the family tree? Every clan must have a few of those.
— Lisa Wingate
Families aren't dictated by geography, or biology, or the chemistry of chromosomes and DNA. There is, in fact, no perfect science to it at all.
— Lisa Wingate
When addiction runs in your family, you can't take chances. You can't try it once to see what it's like. One time can be the beginning of something you can't stop.
— Lisa Wingate
We've been stitched together at the heart since she was born. I can't breathe in a world where she isn't near.
— Lisa Wingate
Even the ramparts of reputation, and ambition, and social position couldn't erase the love of sisters, their bond with one another.
— Lisa Wingate
The love of sisters needs no words. It does not depend on memories, or mementos, or proof. It runs as deep as a heartbeat. It is as ever present as a pulse.
— Lisa Wingate
There's something magical about that time when your babies are small, when you're the center of their world, the person they love the most.
— Lisa Wingate
No matter how much you want to cut your family out of your heart, you can't. The bond is born when you are born, like an organ in your body. There is no surgery to remove it. When it is diseased, you live with a dull ache telling you that something inside you is not right.
— Lisa Wingate
Truth is, instead of fixing everything, the Arcadia made everything real. Camellia's gone. Lark and Gabion are far away. Queenie's buried in a pauper's grave, and Briny's heart went there with her. He's lost his mind to whiskey, and he doesn't want to come back. Not even for me. Not even for Fern. We're not enough.
— Lisa Wingate