Quotes About Family

I was going to make movies. I was the one in the family who was always rolling the video camera, making movies of my brothers around town, and then screening them for my parents. I still would love to make movies someday... that's something that really means a lot to me, and I know I'll have the chance to do it one day.

Hurdle #5: The Silence of Our Dads. How much second-shift work did your father do? Probably not much. How much did he tell you about how to be a father and why it matters so much? Ditto.

I think everybody needs a father of sorts. Somebody that they can talk to or lean on or cry on his shoulder once in a while. And I don't know who that person would be in my brother's case, after my father passed away. There was no one alive that would be an adequate substitute. If he was looking to me for guidance, he didn't see any, and so he went on his own.

I love Halloween, trick or treating and decorating the house. And I love Thanksgiving, because of the football and the fall weather. And of course, I love Christmas - that's my favorite of all!

The fact was I never had the tools for proper living, because my family never had the tools, and I thought the entire human race was like that.

Fathers and sons… it's a complicated business, a swirl of love and longing and friction and admiration and regret.

Up behind the icehouse was the little house where Bill lived with his wife and two daughters, who looked as if they had fallen out of an ugly tree, hit every branch on the way down, then smacked the dirt solid. They was always smilin´ at me and such and it made me nervous.

A ogni modo, le sigarette non mi piacciono. Il mio vecchio non era forse uscito a comprare le sigarette per non tornare piú? Insomma: le sigarette dànno fastidio, provocano il cancro e fanno sparire la gente.

I didn't suspect the day Grandfather came out and got me and my sister, Lula, and hauled us off toward the ferry that I'd soon end up with worse things happening than had already come upon us or that I'd take up with a gun-shooting dwarf, the son of a slave, and a big angry hog, let alone find true love and kill someone, but that's exactly how it was.

The sun was starting to shine bright by the time we rolled out of the yard, and while Daddy drove and tried to drink his coffee, I ate my buttered biscuit, and for the first time began to feel that I had stepped over the line of being a child, and into being a man.

Families is like windows with curtains. Some folks keep the curtains pulled back. Most open and close them from time to time, and some don't ever pull them back and you don't never get no look inside.

Family breathes for each other, and close family breathes as one.

Daddy always said Grandpa was so tight that when he blinked the skin on his pecker rolled back.

It meant I spent less time with my aunt, moving through silence like a ship through fog.

Do not miss your children's childhood. Do not be away 200 nights a year as I was. Do not put strains on your marriage or family.

When I'm in town on Sundays, I sometimes go down to the Central Bar in the East Village to watch English football. But my natural inclination now is to get in the car with my wife and kids and get out of town.

Human beings are like the screwed-up children of alcoholic parents in that way, picking up the pieces afterward and trying to make up reasons why.

I'm scared," he said. "Dad's face—" "Listen to me," Kale said. "That wasn't Dad." Trig stared at him. "That was something else. We know what Dad was like.

Your husband had something he meant to pass on to you," Zahara said. "I just wanted to make sure that you got it." Reaching into her pocket, she handed the woman a single tattered sheet of flimsi.

The faithless husband poisons his family at the roots.

When I can 10 or 11, my mom was the one out there catching passes for me. She was my prime receiver.

His mother taught him mathematics, literature, and language at home during the day. His father taught him German history and world history and culture in the evenings. And whenever he could get away from his factories, Uncle Avi came and took him up into the mountains to hike and to fix things and learn to work with his hands.

Taking a chance, he went to the bathroom, grabbed his toothbrush, and crept down the stairs to the second floor. If caught, he would say he was just going to wash up before bed. And then he heard the door between the kitchen and the living room open. "What happened to Avi?" he heard his mother ask. "He left." "But I made you both some tea.

A proud man, Dr. Weisz had initially turned down the offer. He was a scholar, not a tradesman or a clerk. This was Germany. He was lettered. He would teach. He would write. He would publish and support his family along the way. But soon it became painfully obvious that these were no longer options for Jews in Germany. How Uncle Avi continued to own and run several businesses, Jacob had never understood. He dared not ask. He was simply grateful.