Quotes About Family

What good was a love affair that ended with the last train to the country, and Christmas presents that had to be given the day before Christmas because holidays were family times, and knowing that you would still be as alone as before because you could never telephone the man you loved when you needed him?

Having listened to people facing the end of their days, we have never heard them say, "I wish I had spent more time at the office." Instead, they talk in countless variations about the other joys of life: family, friendships, the many ways in which their lives touched people and how their work meant something to others.

Between a man and his mother-in-law, as between a woman and her father-in-law, unacknowledged sexual desire can easily open a wound which will go on festering with jealousy, resentment and hatred, but no woman has ever waged war against her son-in-law more relentlessly than she {Madame de Montreuil] did.

Somehow, if our grandchildren are to live in good, just, healthy society, we must find ways to restore wholesome, joyous, faithful marriages and families.

Marriage is not a human invention. Nor is it some uniquely Christian idea. Marriage is central to the order of creation. Marriage and the nuclear and extended families that flow from marriage are simply the way the Creator designed reality. Marriage and family are universal human institutions essential to the well-being of all people everywhere.

When asked in 2006 by the ladies of The View how he would react if his then twenty-four-year-old daughter Ivanka posed for Playboy: "I don't think Ivanka would do that, although she does have a very nice figure. I've said if Ivanka weren't my daughter, perhaps I'd be dating her.

Yeah, she's really something, and what a beauty, that one. If I weren't happily married and, ya know, her father . . ." (Referring again to his daughter, Ivanka.)

Martha Elizabeth Baker.

I never saw my granddad --he was excellent at hiding.

My mother smokes me out. We'll get these long periods of me thinking I'm too busy to call her up or e-mail her, and she'll send me something. My mom's a real whiner. I love her to death, but she always sends me these 'woe is me' things. I think she might be Jewish. I'm not sure. She's Baptist-Jewish, which is a double whammy.

My childhood was safe and sane. No abuse and no traumas. I was surrounded by a large and loving family who taught me the importance of hard work and a meaningful education.

I wanted to make a point of basing myself at home, being close to my family. I'll never be able to repay Mum and Dad for what they did, but at least they know they'll never have to work another day. I'll do whatever it takes to look after them.

My dad's a scratch golfer and I've got the knack of seeing something and then replicating it. I saw my dad swing a club and I worked out how to do the same thing. My backswing and follow-through have been basically the same since I was two.

My mom and dad worked very hard to give me the best chance in - not just in golf but in life. You know, I was an only child, you know, my dad worked three jobs at one stage. My mom worked night shifts in a factory.

If I grew up with the distinct sense that our mother admired the masculine and viewed the feminine as contemptible, my brother tells me he grew up with an equally strong conviction that she viewed masculinity as toxic and dangerous. Both of us are probably right.

Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, brain and spinal cord disorders, diabetes, cancer, at least 58 diseases could potentially be cured through stem cell research, diseases that touch every family in America and in the world.

Oh, yeah." She wasn't used to having a cell phone like everyone else. She pulled it from her pocket and saw Rachel's photo. "Hi, Mom." "Rachel, are you still at Grandma and Grandpa's?

after-school babysitting? She wasn't like Sierra, six

I urge every parent to become a Loving Hard-Ass Parent.

There is nothing more important than a good, safe, secure home.

It was a mother's prerogative, to be affectionately critical of her child.

Both parents turned toward their son and waited. The boy said nothing. "You see?" said his father, and went on to elaborate the image; the boy had closeted himself, and the father wanted more of something—more information, more contact.

And the wicked thing is, that when we're really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.

As long as Mumma was alive, she knew that some small part of herself had remained a child, cherished and adored. Perhaps you never completely grew up until your mother died.