Quotes About Generations

grandmother's, and even as her lips curved

Tonight I look and see the daughter of my daughter, and the boy Eli once brought to me. And that hole closes again. I regret nothing. I'm ashamed of nothing. How could I be? Whatever happens, we'll go on. We have a wedding to plan

Gram and Pa never liked him. They gave him respect as my husband, as your father, but there was never any genuine affection there on either side.

If a society improves, the experience of growing up in that society should be less taxing and more comfortable; if technology advances and efficiency increases, emerging generations should rationally expect to work less. If new kids aren't soft and lazy, something has gone wrong.

The reason something becomes retrospectively significant in a far-flung future is detached from the reason it was significant at the time of its creation—and that's almost always due to a recalibration of social ideologies that future generations will accept as normative.

We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them.

Imagine there is no God. There is no Heaven or Hell. There is only your son and his son and his son, and the world you leave for them.

It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all?

Din acest motiv copiii copiilor copiilor copiilor nostri vor avea si ei razboaie si foamete si boli. Pentru ca ne iubim suferinta. Ne iubim dramele, dar nu recunoastem niciodata.

Imagine there's no God. There is no Heaven or Hell. There is only your son and his son and his son, and the world you leave for them.

Princess Leia's baby, he knows, will have a good life. The best life.

Maybe that's the problem with generations. You start to forget what it was like when you were like them, so they become your enemy and you become theirs and nobody understands each other. Then you die and they become you and finally, finally they understand, but by then it's too late.

For how many generations now had his people been turning their backs on things? How long had they sat in their living rooms and watched other people die?

First, the explosion of life. Then came the celebration. Such as it had been for generations and generations, as long as the eldest of the eldest could remember; as long as the record books had kept steady score. By the time the first buds were edging their green shoots from the dirt, the parade grounds had been cleared and the maypole had been pulled from its exile in the basement of the Mansion. The board had met and the Queen decided; all that was left was the wait. The wait for May.

It was her grandmother talking that Sunday evening when Caesar approached Cora about the underground railroad, and she said no. Three weeks later she said yes. This time it was her mother talking.

that's what you do when you take away someone's babies—steal their future. Torture them as much as you can when they are on this earth, then take away the hope that one day their people will have it better.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Few things are more satisfying than seeing your children have teenagers of their own.

The reason people blame things on previous generations is that there's only one other choice.

Maybe children just want whatever it is they don't get. And then they grow up and give their children what they wanted, be it silence or information, affection or independence--so that child, in turn, craves something else. With every generation the pendulum swings from opposite to opposite, stillness and peace so elusive.

The young can exasperate, of course, and frighten, and condescend, and insult, and cut you with their still unrounded edges. But they can also drag you, as you protest and scold and try to pull away, right up to the window of the future, and even push you through.

Bisabuelo arriero, abuelo hacendado, hijo rentista y nieto pordiosero»

I felt, for sure, a prayer come through my grandmother's hands, a language of pulse and palm lines, and the prayer said this: May you hold her, and in holding her, hold us, forever down the line.

But Grandpop wasn't like other men.