Quotes About Family

the faults of a father cannot revert upon his children.

The name of father is sacred in two senses; he should be reverenced as the author of our being and as a master whom we ought to obey.

A father's sufferings may affect great changes in the mind of a son.

that he perceived that people said the truth and that she had poisoned all her family; to which she replied, that if she had, it was only through following bad advice, and that one could not always be good.

the sins of the fathers shall fall upon their children to the third and fourth generation.

The faults of a father cannot revert upon his children. Few have passed through this revolutionary period, into which we were born, without some stain of infamy or blood.

Scapperemo insieme, e se non ci riusciamo almeno parleremo, parleremo delle persone che amiamo. Ci sarà pure qualcuno che ami, o no?" "Sono solo al mondo." "Allora amerai me; se sei giovane saremo compari, se sei vecchio saremo padre e figlio.

On ne s'occupe pas assez, chez nous, de la dernière demeure de ceux qu'on aime : on pare leur lit d'un jour, et on oublie leur couche de l'éternité !

Comment se trouve M. Bernajoux, le parent de votre écuyer?

L'amour, c'est une chose privée, qu'on vous dit! Pour après les fatigues des journées salariées, les soins aux chiards et tout le tintouin domestique.

What is called family pride is often founded on the illusion of self-love. A man wishes to perpetuate and immortalize himself.

There is a sort of American who, instead of going to dance joyously in the public square in his leisure moments, as people of his profession continue to do in a great part of Europe, goes off alone to the depth of his home to drink. This man enjoys two pleasures at once: he dreams of his trade and gets drunk decently within the family home.

Though he be not hedged in with ceremonial respect, his sons at least accost him with confidence; no settled form of speech is appropriated to the mode of addressing him, but they speak to him constantly, and are ready to consult him day by day; the master and the constituted ruler have vanished—the father remains.

In short, with each of the thousand-and-one problems that present themselves in family life, our choice is between controlling and teaching, between creating an atmosphere of distrust and one of trust, between setting an example of power and helping children to learn responsibility, between quick-fix parenting and the kind that's focused on long-term goals.

Children don't just need to be loved; they need to know that nothing they do will change the fact that they're loved.

Few parents have the courage and independence to care more for their children's happiness than for their success.

I'm treating you like a relative. I don't pay enough for the privilege.

I share this house with two and a half men and a mountain gorilla. We have everything in stock.

Weren't you ever booed at by your mother?!

Sometimes they would sit in the parlor together, both reading – in entirely separate worlds, to be sure, but joined somehow. When this happened, other people in the family couldn't bring themselves to disturb them. All that could be heard in the parlor was the sound of pages, turning.

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

Those you love will not drown or burn. They will fly away.' ...'Now we both have people we love who are like birds. They have flown far from anything in this world that can hurt them. They're flying away still.

I was beginning to understand. My grandmother's love was cold because she was afraid of things; that was why everything had to be perfect.

Maria Owens did what she did for a reason. She was young and she thought damning anyone who loved us would protect us. But what she had with that terrible man wasn't love. She didn't understand that when you truly love someone and they love you in return, you ruin your lives together. That is not a curse, it's what life is, my girl. We all come to ruin, we turn to dust, but whom we love is the thing that lasts.