Quotes About Family

Junior touted such philanthropies as the best way to advance the family's favorite causes.

Instead of chiding him, John steadily advanced more money in 1884, retired his debts, provided income for his family, and rallied his bruised spirits, saying, "Keep a stiff upper lip, clean up as you go, and the skies will brighten by and bye.

Senior countered that "the prestige of his going to Hot Springs for twenty-one days as our family physician Ã¢â'¬Â¦ might be worth a great deal more to him than this loss of patients.

The Rockefellers could be playful on occasion.

If he showed generosity toward Frank, it deepened his brother's dependence and bred anger; if he didn't give him money, Frank threw a tantrum.

Rockefeller kept renewing his earnest plea that Margaret be educated in New York City, and it became a sore point with him that Charles refused to oblige him.

He feared that Margaret would become isolated from the rest of the family and was haunted by fears that she would be seduced by a continental fortune hunter.

The changes in the human condition are uncertain and frequent. Many, on whom fortune has bestowed her favours, may trace their family to a more unprosperous station; and many who are now in obscurity, may look back upon the affluence and exalted rank of their ancestors.

If Senior tried to shut out his critics, Junior was hypersensitive to insinuations about his father.

For Pierpont and Fanny, Sundays were devoted to religion.

Junior's presence at 26 Broadway further ensured that father would behave more ethically than in the past.

After Hamilton and his family left Philadelphia in mid-February 1795, they rented lodgings in New York City for several days before proceeding to the Schuyler residence in Albany for a long-overdue rest.

I lose all taste for the pursuits of ambition. I sigh for nothing but the company of my wife and my baby.

This pattern of the sickly wife and the autocratic, headstrong husband would be repeated in the life of their son Pierpont.

Several family members sought Rockefeller's help to withstand the storm.

When pastor John Heyl Vincent dropped by to transmit his hope that Ulysses "might be preserved from all harm and restored to his family," Julia fairly burst out with a new fantasy: "Dear me! I hope he will get to be a major-general or something big!

If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

Kids don't think about their folks nearly as much as everybody imagines. Parents are just there, like background music at the mall.

She knows her life is on the line but, believe it or not, she's never been so excited! Her husband's a serial killer, and her bodice is wet with tears, but there's a chance her brothers will show up like winning lottery numbers. Which does she want more - her hair wound in the maniac's hands and her white white throat bared, or the sound of boots on marble stairs?

My mother had brought me here when I was fifteen, on a Sunday after I'd read Look Homeward, Angel for the first time. She'd loved the novel, memorizing whole paragraphs, and, of course, naming me after the book's main character. It is a novel you have to read as a young person or you don't get it.

Maybe that was what happened when people grew up in a place where mountains shut them in, kept everything turned inward, buffered them from everything else. How long did it take before that landscape become internalized, was passed down from generation to generation like blood type or eye color?

The Release In those last moments before the platter of salt and dirt lay on his stomach, wax-light had waved across a mute heart, his son waited by the bed. Raised to believe the soul left the body with its last breath, he listened for death's rattle, then pressed his lips like a kiss to his father's lips, and took into his mouth the breath that had given him breath, a life distilled to one stir of air soft as moth wings against palms, held a moment, then let go.

All we'll ever need is within each other, Serena said, her voice barely more than a whisper. Even when we have our child, it will only be an image of what we already are.

Rachel kneeled beside Jacob. She took the child's hand and pressed it to the dirt. Her father had told Rachel that Harmons had been on this land since before the Revolutionary War. Don't ever forget what it feels like, Jacob, she whispered, and let her hand touch the ground as well.