Quotes About Family And Blood の小説・ストーリー

Khalid shot me a glare as he rubbed his jaw. “You’re her blood. But family is more than blood ties. Family is there for you no matter what. Family doesn’t risk your life. Family doesn’t run away and leave you to clean up the mess.” John shook his head.

“I trust your day was productive.” “It was illuminating,” I said, choosing my words as carefully as he chose his tools. I wandered, pretending to examine a vibrant bromeliad. “It’s interesting, being here. Seeing the history in the portraits, feeling the weight of legacy. It makes me think about family. The ones we’re born with, and the ones we choose.” A subtle, approving nod. “A wise observation. Bloodlines are important, but the families we build through loyalty and shared purpose are often stronger.”

Deep down I knew the answer to my questions, it just hurt to admit it. "Because I still love them. Even though they aren't the best, they're still my parents and the only family I have", including Paige, I thought. Tears threatened to break out but I pushed them back. I didn't want to be weak. "You're wrong though.", I waited for him to continue, "Family isn't only about blood. It's about love and being there for each other. I haven't been the best brother to Arya but I love her and would never want to see her in danger. And I consider all the women in the camp as family even though we aren't related by blood because we care for each other. Your parents can never be your only family."

“Yes. She’s his daughter after all.” Rio nodded. “Never change.” Eiji nodded again, rubbing his wife’s upper arm softly. “Nothing can change that. And… She’s in a better place now. She and her beloved husband. And father-in-law.” Rio smiled and nodded, leaning to her husband. “They are. And how I missed them so.” Family could never be broken. Even though one of us leave, that person will always be family. Especially if we are connected by blood. No matter how much one denies it and no matter how much one wants to reject, the blood is still one. It connects us all.

I ranted. He chuckled darkly. "Sometimes blood is not always thicker than water and family will cross you quicker than strangers would." I could not argue with him on this. He was right. Mother left me even though I was her blood. Mother crossed me so bad. But he did not know that. His argument was against Grandma, I had to defend her. "'Never forget the ones who helped you in your difficult times. They would always be your family,'" I quoted again. But he was not ready to back down. "Family is not defined by genes. It is built and maintained by love. The opposite of love is hate and your grandma's propaganda is hate."

“She was more than just a mother to me. She had been a mentor, a confidante, a trusted friend with whom I shared all of my secrets, and a guiding light in my life. I will miss her more than words can express.” Tears streamed down Sally’s face as she spoke, and now she did not bother to wipe them off anymore. “She thought so much about love, resilience, and the importance of family,” her eyes locked with mine. “She always said that blood is not all that makes family; it is the bonds we form from relationships, and I am glad that she left me with a family. Rest in peace, mom. Your family will miss you, but we will always remember that we have each other.”

Everyone is mingling and despite it being a business after-party, the laughter is real and none of it is fake. He holds each of our hands in his hands as he gestures to the sight before us. “Many years from now you will only have each other. You may not always agree, but I want you to remember that blood is thicker than water but it’s not always the thickness that keeps a family together! Your father and mother fought to give you this clean world. You may have some rivals but that’s okay because you have enough strength to fight it. Always side and protect the weak. Never neglect each other and never let outsiders know your weakness as a dual do you understand?”

"Jane, what if your new family doesn't want you to have anything to do with us?" "Then I'll tell them that's not their decision to make." "And what if our family can't afford to be part of your new life?" "Then I'll make sure money is never a barrier between us." "How?" "By helping when you need help. By asking when I should ask. By remembering that family takes care of family." "Even adopted family?" "Especially adopted family." As Paul hugged me goodbye, I realized something. Blood might make you related. But love makes you family.

"With this family." The old man looked up at me, unexpected clarity in his gaze. "I've made many mistakes, Sophia. Choices that hurt people I should have protected." His glance toward James spoke volumes. "But family—real family—isn't about bloodlines or last names. It's about choice. Every day, choosing each other." The wisdom from such an unexpected source left me momentarily speechless. "I hope," he continued softly, "that you'll allow me to be part of her life, for whatever time I have left. To show her that even old fools can learn new tricks."

"Ivy, you finally find your Grandpa, I am really happy for you." Ivy endured the uncomfortable feeling. "Thank you, Dad. Last night, I talked to Grandpa about our family situation. Grandpa said, we are still a family, and blood is thicker than water. He suggested that I should not sever ties with you. After thinking about it, I found that Grandpa was right." ***