Quotes About Family

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My father always said I was a jade maiden and my future husband was a golden boy

Joy doesn't smart-tongue him. It's not because he tries to control her as a proper Chinese father should or that she's an obedient Chinese daughter. Instead, she's like a pearl in his palm - forever precious; to Joy, he's the solid ground on which she walks - forever steady and reliable.

For all the women in my family, for all the lives they've lived

Maybe we're all like that with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.

My father had shown me devotion, love, and many kindnesses over the years, but I now saw that my being a girl had diminished me in his affections. I cried and Grandmother held me.

We've tried to keep her connected to her Chinese background and we've always felt really good about that, but what if, instead of building her Chinese identity, it's only served to make her feel separate from us and not 100 percent our daughter?

If you are afraid for your life, you don't think about others. You think only about the people you love, and even that may not be enough.

You stole my placenta?

It's just that all those who had real value and honor in our family were women. For too long our daughters have been pushed aside. I thought that might change with you.

DR. ROSEN: Does the phrase grateful-but-angry have resonance for anyone? You can be grateful you have your mom and dad, because they love you and they've given you good lives with all kinds of privilege.

husband got pneumonia and

Any daughter-in-law who lets the real truth of her life become public brings shame to both her natal and husband's families, which, as you know, is why I have waited until they were all dead to write my story.

Parents die, daughters grow up and marry out, but sisters are for life. She is the only person left in the world who shares my memories of our childhood, our parents, our Shanghai, our struggles, our sorrows, and, yes, even our moments of happiness and triumph. My sister is the one person who truly knows me, as I know her. The last thing May says to me is "When our hair is white, we'll still have our sister love.

Miss Zhao may be his mother by birth, but Respectful Lady not only is his ritual mother but has formally adopted him as her son.

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From the second I woke up, I had seen my family in new ways and they had me filled with strange emotions --melancholy, sadness, jealousy, and a sense of injustice about many things that suddenly seemed unfair.

individual family. It showed an infant's face blown up so big it was blurry.

All we can do is take their pain and carry it in our hearts, That's a mother's love... love and pain.

Maybe that's what we're all like with our mothers. They seem ordinary until one day they're extraordinary.

I know I'm the most precious person in my family, but I wasn't precious enough for my birth family to keep me as their one child.

My home is here with this family I've built from scraps of tragedy.

Parenthood wasn't about blood or biology, he found; it was about a joyful willingness to give yourself over, to subordinate your own needs for someone else's. When you loved your kids, you'd give up everything to keep them safe and make them happy, and you didn't care about the other things, the ones that went away.

I thought about my brother. I hated him. Hated him like a child hates a fallen hero. I hated him for his unlimited potential and his failure to realize it. I hated him because I could see everything that was wonderful about him, how brilliant, how beautiful he was, and how he had turned his back on everything he could have been, cast it off like a designer suit for which he'd paid an obscene sum and never wore.