Quotes About Family And Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I laughed, shaking my head as I took a slow step toward her. “Family,” I repeated. “You say that like it means something. Do you know what happens in the wild, Maya? Even the closest blood turns against each other when it comes to survival. Lions kill their own cubs if they’re weak. Hyenas devour their injured packmates. Have you ever watched a mother spider? After she lays her eggs, the moment they hatch, her own children eat her alive. That is family. Blood doesn’t mean anything when power is on the line.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down.

" No need to thank me and that's what family is for. Family isn't always about sharing the same blood or being from the same family. Family means accepting someone whole heartily without expecting anything in return... . . . To be continued... . Don't forget to leave your precious views on the story on the main page of the book in the reviews section and do let me know your thoughts on the chapter in the comments section...... . With Much Love... Elvira 🤍

I will be over in two seconds. “That’s a little fast even for you,” I joked, connecting my lips to his again.” But I’m sure that I will be fine. You should enjoy your day with your brothers and grandfather.” He made a face that was a cross between annoyance and agitation. “There is hardly a time that I will ever enjoy time with my grandfather and my brothers.” “They’re your family.” I knew better than anyone that blood didn’t make you family. That was simply a connection in DNA but family stood for so much more. “You should at least try to make it through lunch without killing them.”

“You talk about sacrifices but what sacrifices have you made for them. Or you believed that you are done making sacrifices for your daughters? I could have gotten your company but because it had a significance to you, to your wife. I decided not. Those were my reasons and do you think she would have been happy if she found out about what you did?” “Don't bring my wife into this,” my father said angrily. “You were supposed to be smarter than this. Do you understand what it means to still have family?” Jace asked him. “To look at people and know that you are connected by blood? To know that you are bound by blood? You seem not to understand. You might get to understand if you woke up one day a

I retorted, wincing at the painful strike in my back. She asked, “Do you have to be blood-related to consider a person family? Your attitude towards a serious situation like this baffles me.” Cursing inwardly, I sat up sniffling. “There is no need to keep crying over spilled milk. It is all over now.”

Honoring life well-lived. Lucas spoke last. "Garrett taught me that family is not blood. Is not genetics. Is not—given. Family is chosen. Family is built. Family is—people who show up when needed. Who fight when necessary. Who love when easy and when hard. Garrett was family. To all of us. To everyone he helped. To—world he made better just by existing in it. We honor him by being that. By showing up. By fighting. By loving. By—continuing." After the funeral, the hunt began.

The question which soon left his lips makes me cringe, " Who is my family?" I saw the tears gathered in his eyes. Pain and betrayal occupying his expression. He abruptly jerked up from the floor, staggering away from us. I followed suit. " But that doesn't mean anything. As long as we grew up together, as long as we have always loved one another, as long as the family bond runs through our veins, we are still a family, it doesn't matter if our blood isn't the same. All that matters now is that we have each other and that we love each other, that's what makes a complete family,"

"Your grandchild will never know violence. Never know fear. Only love." That night, as everyone gathered for dessert, I stood. Tapped my glass. Asked for attention. "I want to say something." Everyone quieted. "Tonight, I want to thank all of you. For being part of this journey. For loving us despite our history. For showing us that family isn't just blood. It's choice. It's commitment. It's showing up, even when it's hard." I raised my glass. "To family. To love. To breaking cycles. To building something beautiful from the ashes."

“Don’t make me do this. I only planned on killing one of you. For goodness sake, don’t make me commit carnage.” “Even though I just found out about you and don’t know much about you, one thing’s for sure. You’re my brother. You’re my family and you’re a Wilson. Blood is thicker than water. No matter the situation, we Wilsons stand by each other. We protect our kind and don’t kill one another,” he said intensely like one clinging to the last thread of hope, his eyes boring into mine, pleading, searching for even a speck of humanity left in me.

I whispered, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest. Leonardo moved around the desk to stand directly in front of me, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder in a gesture that felt almost paternal. “Believe your blood, Adrian. Believe the family that took you in when you had nothing, that gave you everything you have today. Family is all that matters in the end.”