Aunt Quotes

“I was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!”
“You did!” she retorted. “And although I can’t say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!”
“Who adds invisibility to her other accomplishments!”
― Georgette Heyer, Frederica

“No, but one can feel desperate at any age, don’t you think? The young are eternally desperate,” he said frankly. “And books, they offer hope — that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe one is saved.”
― Anne Rice, Blackwood Farm

“This is so weird. They're your brother and aunt."
"No, I understand. They're your family too." Rhys said. "They loved you and raised you. That's what family is, right?”
― Amanda Hocking, Switched

“Spelling bees? Spelling bees do not scare me. I competed in the National Spelling Bee twice, thank you very much. My dad competed in the National Spelling Bee. My aunt competed in the National Spelling Bee. My uncle WON the National Spelling Bee. If I can't spell it, I know someone who can. SO JUST BRING IT ON, YOU BASTARDS!!”
― Kristin Cashore

“To the loyal and to the blood-lovers, in the good families and in the fiery dynasties, life is family and family is life. It is the same people who give advice and their vices to live well who turn out to be the ones who give resource and reason to live long.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“Aunts are to be a pattern and example to all aunts; to be a delight to boys (and girls) and a comfort to their parents; and to show that at least one daughter in every generation ought to remain unmarried, and raise the profession of auntship to a fine art.”
― Dave Isay, Listening Is an Act of Love: A Celebration of American Life from the StoryCorps Project

“An aunt is a safe haven for a child. Someone who will keep your secrets and is always on your side.”
― Sara Sheridan

“The only reason that some people aren’t ashamed of their parents and/or siblings is because they know that we know that they did not choose them.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“You will come across people who always affirm by everything you say, but at the hour of need, they simply disappear! Stay away from such people or simply don't fall for their promises.”
― K Hari Kumar

“From that point on, I would refer to him as "your uncle" and he would mostly refer to me as "your aunt" and it would take a longtime for our children to even understand that we were siblings first.”
― Jenny Zhang, Sour Heart

“I heard the telephone tootling out in the hall and rose to attend it.

“Bertram Wooster’s residence,” I said, having connected with the instrument. “Wooster in person at this end. Oh, hullo,” I added, for the voice that boomed over the wire was that of Mrs. Thomas Portalington Travers of Brinkley Court, Market Snodsbury, near Droitwich — or, putting it another way, my good and deserving Aunt Dahlia. “A very hearty pip-pip to you, old ancestor,” I said, well pleased, for she is a woman with whom it is always a privilege to chew the fat.

“And a rousing toodle-oo to you, you young blot on the landscape,” she replied cordially.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, How Right You Are, Jeeves

“In short, my aunt demanded that whoever came to see her must at one and the same time approve of her way of life, commiserate with her in her sufferings, and assure her of ultimate recovery.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“Good,' she said. Then she exhaled a long breath and leaned back in her seat. 'I can't believe I just talked to you like that. Ugh. I sounded like someone's mother.' She said "mother" like she was talking about cockroaches or snakes.
'It was pretty impressive,' I said. 'I never would have guessed you were an amateur.”
― Jennifer Sturman, And Then Everything Unraveled

“My Aunt Helen was my favorite person in the whole world. She was my mom’s sister. She got straight A’s when she was a teenager and she used to give me books to read. My father said that the books were a little too old for me, but I liked them so he just shrugged and let me read.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“...a row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone's least-favourite aunt.”
― Adam Rex, Fat Vampire: A Never Coming of Age Story

“Quick, nervy and jumpy -yet to the children she was as constant as a staff, a tree that can be counted on not to pull up its root and shift in the night. She was the tree that grew in the centre of their lives and in whose shade they lived.”
― Anita Desai, Clear Light of Day

“She made another sweeping gesture that somehow went wrong because she knocked over the coffee pot and I immediately wrote down six new words which Auntie Mame said to scratch out and forget.”
― Patrick Dennis

“Every man should have aunts. They illustrate the triumph of guess work over logic.”
― Agatha Christie

“The secret is not in your hand or your eye or your voice, my aunt told me once. The secret is in your heart. Of course, she said, knowing that doesn't make it any easier.
—Secret Heart”
― Brian Andreas, Still Mostly True: Collected Stories & Drawings

“I once made the mistake of uttering the phrase "kill two birds with one stone" in [Aunt Marti's] presence. She corrected me. The proper phrase is "liberate two birds with one gesture.”
― A.J. Jacobs, It's All Relative: Adventures Up and Down the World's Family Tree

“I didn't call my father. Instead I thought about my aunt. I hadn't thought about her for a long time. But I imagined Marla bursting into the room, restarting my mother the way she used to restart old cars. I imagined my aunt punching the doctors who failed us. I imagined my aunt flying into the side of the building and bursting in through the window in a spangle of broken glass, her eyes flashing like rubies, her dragonish scales a brilliant contrast to the thin hospital light, her muscles rippling across her flexible frame. An astonishment of light and heat and violent intellect.”
― Kelly Barnhill, When Women Were Dragons

“I shared my love of books with Benny, but Aunt Yolanda opened my eyes to the world of food as art, cooking without cans. She introduced me to the magic of spices, the exotic perfume of fresh herbs crushed between fingers. Younger than my mother, she was rounded in just the right spots, from her love of good food, and when we talked she looked right at me and listened, nodding and laughing loudly when I'd tell jokes, holding my hand when we'd walk, as if we were best friends or sisters.
She liked Anne and Christine, too, but I could tell I was her favorite. She took me with her on shopping trips, to the fish market near the waterfront and the farm stands out west. Sometimes she'd journey to the Asian grocers in Northeast Portland or the hippie vegetarian markets on Hawthorne to find something special. We'd come home laden with ingredients that I knew my mother had never heard of, and the resulting feasts would fill me with a yearning to go to different places, to try new things.”
― Jennie Shortridge, Eating Heaven

“Soon they grew tall, soon they grew strong. They wrapped themselves around her, smothering her in leaves and flowers. She laughed at the profusion, the beauty of this little grove that was the whole forest to her, the whole world. If they choked her, if they sucked her dry of substance, she would give in without any sacrifice of will — it seemed in keeping with nature to do so. In the end they would swarm over her, reach up above her, tower into the sky, and she would be just the old log, the dried mass of roots on which they grew. She was the tree, she was the soil, she was the earth.”
― Anita Desai, Clear Light of Day

“Sunset.
Tears.
"Good work," Miss Wilson said as she bent over my notebook. "You got the prompt down again today."
Tears are words
Waiting to be written.

-Jennie Englund-”
― Jennie Englund, Taylor Before and After

“Let's go chase the moon, my darling Clementine."
And we did.
She didn't know where we were going, and I certainly didn't either.
We never had a plan, my aunt and I, when we chased an adventure.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep’s mother began to dream, sprawled in vivid crab-like postures. His aunt lay on her stomach, her arms bent as if she were swimming to the edge of a lake; his mother lay on her back, her feet (one of which had a scar on it) arranged in the joyous pose of a dancer.”
― Amit Chaudhuri, A Strange and Sublime Address

“As a child, my aunt Olive had a friend
Who was invisible to others.
Topsy lived at the back of the garden.
That this was just her imagination
Olive always strenuously denied.
And when she developed dementia many years later
Topsy again faithfully kept her company.
(From: Kinderpraat)”
― A.J. Beirens

“I had a great aunt, Leona, who would sit and eat raw onions with me like apples as a kid. She would pour salt on the table cloth, dip it in and take a bite. What a genius.”
― Aesop Rock

“That kind of faith was a lot to put on a six-year-old girl. Joan tried to keep it in check. To be ready to accept all the ways that Frances would grow and change and blossom into her full imperfection.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Atmosphere

“Joan felt, so acutely, that the incurable problem with life was that nothing was ever in balance. That she could not have toddler Frances and fifth-grade Frances at the same time. She could not meet adult Frances and have a moment to hold baby Frances all at once. You could not have a little of everything you wanted.
Joan tried to remind herself that when Frances had been younger, she had held France's little hand every single chance she got. When Frances has been a baby, she had smelled hair sometimes for whole minutes at a time. She had been present for all of it. Didn't that mean that she would not grieve its loss, since she had voraciously and self-indulgently taken all of it that was offered?
No. It did not.
She still ached for every version of Frances.
But to love Frances was to be always saying goodbye to the girl Frances used to be and falling in love again with the girl Frances was becoming.
She missed every Frances she known. But oh, this Frances. This lanky, gangly, whip-smart Frances, with her ears pierced and a Cyndi Lauper T-shirt on, this Frances was a gift Joan would one day miss, too.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, Atmosphere