Quotes About Generations

Our children are not going to be just our children-they are going to be other people's husbands and wives and the parents of our grandchildren.

My mother insulted me, I insulted her, Jeanne, the stepgrandmother, insulted everything in a skirt, and my grandfather just kept right on drinking. We picked at our food, competing for who could eat the least. When

How weird to think that people were born in different eras, with different adversities. A world war for one generation. Earthquakes and a deadly disease for the next.

And every era is clogged with Martins, and they are all dickheads.

There was an invisible baton of failure her mother had passed down, and Nora had held it for a long time.

Nora had always had the sense that she came from a long line of regrets and crushed hopes that seemed to echo in every generation.

Unlike the gifts men give each other that are meant to be widely circulated throughout society, gifts between women are meant to be possessed as private treasure forever, accruing vast social powers for the family over succeeding generations

De ce visage en feu, la voix effrayante proféra : "Pape Clément!... Chevalier Guillaume!... Roi Philippe!... Avant un an, je vous cite à paraître au tribunal de Dieu pour y recevoir votre juste châtiment ! Maudits ! Maudits ! tous maudits jusqu'à la treizième génération de vos races!...

We owe at least this much to future generations, from whom we have borrowed a fragile planet called Earth.

Since the baby boomer generation, the middle-income group has grown smaller with each successive generation

Those of us in the first American generations have had to figure out how the invisible world the emigrants built around our childhoods fits in solid America.

But my mother-in-law didn't admit to mistakes, a nifty little trait she'd handed down to her son.

One of the most important jobs of the youth is to make the elderly happy.

To think the welfare and the goodness of the next generations is indeed a good ethics, but there is much greater ethics than this: To think the welfare and the goodness of the current generations, the very people of now! The reason is simple: Future may not exist, it is only a possibility, but the people of now are not possibility, they are here!

On Friday morning, when Eugenia leaves, Rosie bawls, trying to embrace her, but her grandmother isn't the type. The older woman just keeps on walking until she gets into the cab. It doesn't mean Eugenia feels less. Martha thinks it means that she feels more, but is worried about the dam that'll burst if she ever lets the emotion get the better of her.

Back one hundred generations ago there was no people but Gypsies. Everything walked and talked. Flowers visited each other, so did rocks. As time passed they all lost their legs. Trouble didn't. It still walks anywhere it wants. So do Gypsies. —Madame

Back one hundred generations ago there was no people but Gypsies. Everything walked and talked. Flowers visited each other, so did rocks. As time passed they all lost their legs. Trouble didn't. It still walks anywhere it wants. So do Gypsies. ~ Madame Mina Szabo, as learned from her grandmother Jerry

Poor Eve has been damned by all subsequent generations for her deed, while the Babylonians thought so much of their woman ancestress that they deified her.

The younger the Jews, statistics showed, the shallower their religious roots.

the human mind is alike in every race and sect of people: when the danger isn't close enough, or when enough generations have passed so that the reality of hardship and persecution ceases to be real, the threats fade. They take on the quality of interesting fiction.

Every generation loses the Messiah it has failed to deserve.

Each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking, of less able minds--and then confidently embarks on making fresh errors of its own.

Children need to see that they are part of a history and that the story of their family is a living thing. God tells it, a new story in each generation, and each must hold hands across the sea of time, joining together the ones who went before and the ones who come after. It is given from above. Little do we understand this in the beginning, but time teaches us many things we did not expect to learn. That is life. It is the same everywhere.

Three generations of Communism had come close to obliterating the concept of Sabbath rest. Though it lingered in other forms, stripped of the sacred, its role as a major signpost pounded into the ground of history had largely disappeared. It no longer pointed to the transience of man's estate, nor to the Resurrection, nor to eternal destinations. Thus, the days rolled into one another without much difference.