Wyatt Family Quotes

Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don’t even know we’re making, they’re so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation—like my mom choosing Wyatt’s memory over Dad and me.

The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by guys who were unspeakably brave, hit my body again in a wave. This was trauma—the gift that keeps on giving.

My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant.

Whatever you worship will consume you, Dong-Sing wrote one week. Bob Wright worships money. Wyatt Earp worships justice. Eddie Foy worships applause. Doc worships home and family, as I do. How will this consume us?

I keep telling you I got Indian in my family. I’m from the Pop–A–Hoe tribe! I will chop his ass up!

Family. I thought of Dar and Leethu, of all the demons I had a strange affection for. I thought of Wyatt, of Amber and Nyalla, of Michelle and Candy. And I thought of that darned angel. They were all my family; mine.

Life is to be lived. It doesn’t really matter the how and why of things. It matters how you choose to live. I taught you to live life large. Tha’s all, Wyatt. Love when you can. Laugh. Sing. And take care of your family and friends and then your community. It’s not always easy, but it’s good and at the end of it all, you’ll be satisfied.

Also, if Briar had a kid, it would basically be my kid, too... I don’t mean that in some like…nuclear family, heterosexual, we’re-registered-at-Hobby-Lobby kind of way. I just mean, you know, Briar is my family, and our family is whatever we decide it is.

I care about you too. Next time I’ll try not to run. Wyatt It’s okay if you do. I’ll chase you down.

Within our own families, may we serve as a light to each other.

In 1979, Wyatt’s team published research showing that people with schizophrenia had more cerebrospinal fluid in their brain ventricles—the network of gaps in the tissue of the brain’s limbic system, where the amygdala and hippocampus are located.

In 1979, [Richard] Wyatt's team published research showing that people with schizophrenia had more cerebrospinal fluid in their brain ventricles - the network of gaps in the tissue of the brain's limbic system, where the amygdala and hippocampus are located [..] The only problem was thet there was no way of telling whether enlarged ventricles were a cause or an effect - something patients were born with, or a condition they developed after they had the illness, maybe even as a side effect of their medication

Wyatt was, in fact, finding the Christian system suspect. Memory of his fourth birthday party still weighted in his mind. It had been planned cautiously by Aunt May, to the exact number of hats and favors and portions of cake. One guest, no friend to Wyatt (from a family “less fortunate than we are”), showed up with a staunchly party-bent brother. (Not only no friend: a week before he had challenged Wyatt through the fence behind the carriage barn with —Nyaa nyaa, suckinyerma’s ti-it-ty…) Wyatt was taken to a dark corner, where he later reckoned all Good works were conceived, and told that it was the Christian thing to surrender his portion. So he entered his fifth year hatless among crepe-paper festoons, silent amid snapping crackers, empty of Christian love for the uninvited who asked him why he wasn’t having any cake.

I’m old, Wyatt, and I’m not afraid of very much. Life is to be lived. It doesn’t really matter the how and why of things. It matters how you choose to live. I taught you to live life large. tha’s all, Wyatt. Love when you can. Laugh. Sing. And take care of your family and friends and then your community. It’s not always easy, but it’s good and at the end of it all, you’ll be satisfied.

As early colonists employed odd spellings, so too they often brought unexpected pronunciations with them. This was particularly the case in Virginia, where the leading families had a special fondness for pronouncing their family names in improbable ways, so that Sclater became “Slaughter,” Munford became “Mumfud,” Randolph was “Randall,” Wyatt was “Wait,” Devereaux was “Deverecks,” Callowhill was “Carroll,” Higginson was “Hickerson,” Norsworthy was “Nazary,” and Taliaferro became a somewhat less than self-evident “Tolliver.

Here’s where Mathew and Luke concur and differ in the nativity story. Both place Jesus’ birth during the rule of Herod the Great, the king who ruled Jesus’ homeland from 37 to 4 B.C. They agree that Mary’s conception was by the Holy Spirit, and that Jesus was the child of Mary and Joseph, born in Bethlehem, and that the family lived in Nazareth after the birth. Luke identifies the sign in the sky as an angel. For Mathew the sign is a star. Shepherds visited Luke’s Holy Family, and magi visited Mathew’s. They differ on certain points of the story. Matthew: Herod’s massacre of the innocents, and the family’s flight to Egypt, and Luke: the annunciation by the angel Gabriel to Mary, followed by her visit to Elizabeth, the visit of the shepherds, and the presentation of the infant Jesus at the Temple in Jerusalem.

I love you, Aunt Morgan. I’ll admit I had a good cry when I found out about your lupus diagnosis. But Wyatt was there for me and helped me see it wasn’t the end of your life. And I’ll be there every step of the way in the capacity as your niece who happens to be a medical professional. I intend to watch over the whole family,

I’ve held my tongue for too many years. The day I watched you marry Wyatt, my heart broke, but I was willing to live with the heartbreak if you were happy.

She simply asked individuals to contemplate the meaning of ideas such as home, love, and family and to be open to new conceptions of these terms in the midst of our changing world.

It’s over between them.” “Seriously?” Jake shrugged. “She didn’t give me the details, but the ring’s gone, and she said it was over.” “Is she upset?” “Doesn’t seem to be.” That was good, right? “Hmm.” Wyatt handed him a plate. “You gonna make your move now?” Jake elbowed Wyatt in the ribs. “She just broke her engagement.” “Or he did.” Jake frowned. “I prefer to think of it the other way.” Wyatt shrugged. “Just saying. She doesn’t sound too distressed. Hey, maybe she broke up because she has the hots for you.” “Shut up.” The thought was too ludicrous to entertain. Meridith might be attracted to him, but that was a far cry from what Wyatt suggested. “It’s about the kids,” Jake said. “I’m sure of it. They spent the day together yesterday, and Max told me that Ben puked on Stephen.” Wyatt laughed. “Classic!” “Yeah, I enjoyed that little tidbit.” He was surprised the man hadn’t gone running home the day before. From what Max said, Stephen hadn’t been very friendly. They washed and dried in silence for a minute, and Jake’s thoughts turned to Meridith. She’d told him the engagement was broken so matter-of-factly. How could she love the guy and react so calmly? “You know,” Wyatt said, pulling him from his thoughts. “It’s pretty remarkable, what she’s doing. Not every chick would take on three kids at the expense of her engagement.” Wyatt was right, and it only deepened his feelings for Meridith. He hated that she was planning to take the children away, but there was no doubt she cared about them. And his suspicions about the bipolar illness had all but disappeared. He’d found no medications, seen no symptoms. “You guys would make a cute couple,” Wyatt said. “You could get married and have a ready-made family.” “You’re forgetting one little detail.” “Ah, yeah. You’re the uncle she called—what was it—self-absorbed and irresponsible?” Jake scowled and grabbed the plate from Wyatt. “So tell her the truth.” “Yeah, right. That’ll go over well.” She’d be furious. She’d kick him from Summer Place and might not let him see the kids anymore. His gut clenched. “Gotta tell her eventually.” “When the house is finished.” “The longer you wait, the worse it’ll be.” “Maybe not.” Maybe he could change her mind about staying. Maybe he could make her see that he cared for her. Maybe they really could be a family.

Prior to World War II, in 1938, a German publisher was preparing to release a German-language version of The Hobbit and sent Tolkien a letter of inquiry asking him to validate his Aryan origins. In fact, the name “Tolkien” is believed to be German. The family seems to have had its roots in Saxony (modern-day Germany) but had been in England since the 18th century, when it became fervently English. As a matter of fact, while he was a boy at King Edward's School, young Ronald had helped line the route for the coronation parade of King George V. Still, Tolkien could easily have fallen back upon his father’s Germanic ancestry. Instead, he took the moral high ground. Angered, he pointed out that “Aryan” was a linguistic term, not a racial one. He then expressed regret that he had no ancestors among the “gifted” Jewish people, although he was pleased to point out that he had many Jewish friends. He was bitterly opposed to the “ignoramus” of a German leader who had usurped and perverted the northern European cultural heritage he so loved.

Maybe,” Wyatt sighed as he pulled a zip locked baggie from the small pocket of his book bag. Inside the baggie were sugar cookies, but bigger than the normal kind and bathed in white frosting. For the next few seconds, the only sound was of him opening the seal on his baggie and taking huge chomps out of the cookies. “I’ve never seen a cookie that huge,” I said, trying my best to sound disgusted. I hoped it wasn’t obvious that my mouth was watering for one. They’re like my kryptonite! With a full mouth, Wyatt muttered, “My mom makes them huge like this ‘cause she knows how I like ‘em. There’s enough cookie dough in one of these bad boys to feed a family of six for a week.” No way, I thought. I’m from a family of four and there was no way a single cookie would feed us for a week! Oh wait… he was being sarcastic. Crumbs fell from Wyatt’s mouth.

Wyatt’s daddy and I got married a month after we met, so I know a thing or two about whirlwind romances. Best decision I ever made was running off with him. You know what? If your son does something like that, too, then it’ll be a family tradition. Won’t that be nice?” They’re insane, both of them.

pulled back his leg and kicked her in the thigh as she scrambled backward. Elly pulled the pistol from her

The Pierce family’s ancestors and their little cult totally invented fae capitalism just so they could win at being rich.

So, this isn’t going great, and so far I definitely don’t like these guys as much as I enjoyed hanging out with Paloma and Maritza—chaotic as the queens are—but it could be worse. They’re willing to entertain polite conversation, and we have some things in common. Like, they’re gay, we’re gay, they have twin fae babies, we have a little trash baby we found in the woods.

The Glock we found next to the bodies apparently belonged to the Clifford family, and was, of course, covered in their prints. But we haven’t found much evidence of anyone else on the scene yet. We’ll keep searching, but forensics isn’t coming up with much.” Olivia felt a little disappointed. She was hoping for more, but the investigation was only beginning. As Wyatt handed the devices to them—two laptop computers, two tablets, and two phones—she offered him a reassuring smile. “We’re hoping that we can get some interesting stuff off these. We think, given what we found on

I always knew you were the real hero of the family.

Tomorrow, I’m going to marry that woman. The best person I’ve ever met in my life. In one fell swoop I’m going to gain a whole family. Sam, Wyatt. Will, someday soon. The four of us are going to be a team, a little tribe of people who look after each other and try our best to make each other happy. They’re going to belong to me, and I’m going to belong to them. And I can’t fucking wait.

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My earliest memory of being on this earth is a little strange. I remember being five years old and feeling like one of those aliens that supposedly landed in Roswell, New Mexico. Even at that age, I felt like I was different from everyone around me, and I had serious doubts that I’d ever be able to fit in anywhere. I felt that there was something flawed about me—I didn’t even fit in with my own family. Many times, I’d scan the dinner table as if I were taking things in with one of those slow-motion cameras.

I tried to be like them, I really did. I became very athletic, but as is the case with many families, it’s the firstborn who’s the father’s child.

would personally encounter the atrocities of the crusades as an adult, and his family’s

What Wyatt had done or hadn’t done was on him. She had a bright future ahead of her—hopefully sharing every minute of it with Mack and her children.

what an individual could do to promote peace in the world. The woman quickly answered: “Go home and love your family.