Quotes About Generations

Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.

Vermutlich sind wir uns alle ähnlicher, als wir wollen. Denke ich an meine Eltern, die, im Krieg geboren, unfähig waren, etwas wie Liebe zu entwickeln, verstehe ich, was aus mir geworden ist und warum. Ich habe nie einen Kern gehabt, etwas, das macht, dass ich mich als Teil der Welt begreife, ohne Angst, darin unterzugehen, mich aufzulösen.

Old families last not three oaks.

My daddy, Rev. A. D. King, my granddaddy, Martin Luther King, Senior - we are a family of faith, hope and love.

Love, like a carefully loaded ship, crosses the gulf between the generations.

True love that lasts forever... yes, I do believe in it. My parents have been married for 40 years and my grandparents were married for 70 years. I come from a long line of true loves.

So, if you have a grandma, thank the good Lord above, and give your grandmamma hugs and kisses, for grandmothers are to love.

I love the way art moves people emotionally. I love the fact that when someone purchases art it is the one thing that will last for generations.

Self-love is part of your birthright. I'm excited to be sharing this message to "beautiful girls" everywhere, including those disguised as grandmothers.

I'd love to own a bakery at some point. My grandmother could help me run it - she is an amazing baker! I'd also love to do a cookbook.

because I'm sure that as soon as things really get back to normal, once our kids or grandkids grow up in a peaceful and comfortable world, they'll probably go right back to being as selfish and narrow-minded and generally shitty to one another as we were.

allow future generations to study the events of that apocalyptic decade without

Happy but isn't the human factor what connexus a deeply to our past will future generations care as much for chronologies and casualty statistics as they would for the personal accounts of individuals not so different from themselves.

know I come off as a little too optimistic, because I'm sure that as soon as things really get back to "normal," once our kids or grandkids grow up in a peaceful and comfortable world, they'll probably go right back to being as selfish and narrow-minded and generally shitty to one another as we were.

It doesn't matter how nice the convalescent home is; nurses and old folks don't replace a grandbaby's smile or a son's kiss.

Here is a scene that happens in Brazil thousands of times each day: It's early morning. Time for young Marcos to leave for school. As he gathers his books and heads for the door, he stops by his father's chair. He looks into his father's face. "Benção, Pai?" (Blessing, Father?) Marcos asks. The father raises his hand. "Deus te abençoe, meu filho" (God bless you, my son), he says.

God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach. Every king, despot, weather pattern, and molecule are at his command. He passes the shuttle back and forth across the generations, and as he does, a design emerges. Satan weaves; God reweaves.

Until recently each generation found it more expedient to plead guilty to the charge of being young and ignorant, easier to take the punishment meted out by the older generation (which had itself confessed to the same crime short years before). The command to grow up at once was more bearable than the faceless horror of wavering purpose, which was youth.

listen carefully to what country people called mother wit. That in those homely sayings was couched the collective wisdom of generations. When

Momma, always self-conscious at public displays of emotions not traceable to a religious source, told me to come with her and we'd bring the bread and bowls.

Humility says there were people before me who found the path. I'm a road builder. For those who are yet to come, I seem to be finding the path and they will be road builders. That keeps one humble. Love keeps one humble.

Ma quali sono quella madre e quella figlia che si capiscono, o quanto meno guardano con indulgenza la mancanza di comprensione reciproca?

She's fifth-generation Mexican American, which means she learned Spanish in class just like I did.

some of our descendents