Quotes About Family

I would no more renounce my Country than my Religion: I would leave posterity free; but would not deprive them of an attachment that I value myself upon: Nor yet my country, of a family that never gave it cause to be ashamed of it.

Ah, Sir, said she, a man of your observation must know, that the daughters of a decayed family of some note in the world, do not easily get husbands. Men of great fortunes look higher: Men of small must look out for wives to enlarge them; and men of genteel businesses are afraid of young women better born than portioned. Every-body knows not that my girls can bend to their condition; and they must be contented to live single all their lives;

A husband's mother and his wife had generally better be visitors than inmates

Some children act as if they thought their parents had nothing to do, but to see them established in the world and then quit it.

Her three brothers preferred her interests to their own. Her father used to call her, The pride of his life; her mother, Her other self; her own Clementina. [CLEMENTINA! — Ah! Lucy, what a pretty name is Clementina!]

He was determined never to marry a widow. If he did, it should be one, who had a vast fortune, and who never had a child. And he had still a more particular exception; and that was to a woman who had red hair. He held these exceptions till he was forty; and then being looked upon as a determin'd bachelor, no family thought it worth their while to make proposals  to him:

Indeed, we can always better understand and appreciate a man's real character by the manner in which he conducts himself towards those who are the most nearly related to him, and by his transaction of the seemingly commonplace details of daily duty, than by his public exhibition of himself as an author, an orator, or a statesman.

From something as simple as what goes in to a good meatloaf to the not so simple - religion, culture, how you should vote, every damn thing you think or believe, your reactions, your behavior - were partially shaped by who and what your parents were.

His arms closed around them. While the storm raged outside,he held them protectively. Anna buried her face in one side of his neck,David in the other. His hands cupped the backs of their heads,pressing them closer.Things were hurled against the cellar door with such impetus that David's small fist gripped a handful of his shirt. And he knew that this was what mattered. They mattered. He mattered to them. All the rest of it all the rest of it evaporated into insignificance..

my daddy is!" Neal had shouted to the

it was probably a good thing that Foster and Laura Speakman couldn't reproduce, because both of them were fucking nuts.

He took a long time to answer. "I asked which of her brothers had fathered the baby. She told me it could have been either.

left my box of cubicle gear in the trunk, stashed like a dead body. I pasted on a smile and walked into the house. My mother was just hanging up the phone and looked exultant. "Guess what?" she said.

Right in front of God, Daddy, and everyone else in our family, she dropped to her knees and began giving Frank Darling light puffs of air, her lips sealed on his like the lid on a Mason jar of fresh canned peaches.

boys grow up and cleave to their wives. A girl is a daughter forevermore, no matter where she goes or how many young'uns she has.

You really don't understand what it's like to have bad parents, do you?

Generally, it can be said that any Arab house that survived the impact of the war . . . now shelters a Jewish family.

Las frustraciones del trabajo se pagaban en la casa, o buscaban su equilibrio. Como en las familias pobres o las familias tristes

Ella sólo quería una fotografía de su vida, como las que tenía de su padre y de su madre en su mesa de noche. Agradable, iluminada de un modo que suavice los ángulos más duros, distinguida.

En mi casa, cada vez que se pronunciaba algo cierto, las consecuencias se hacían insoportables: la familia se resquebrajaba. La vida se volvía más difícil. Y hacía falta volver a nuestras mentiras y nuestros silencios para recobrar la calma

The family is performed by witnessing her being wound up, spinning around.

I never met an addict who came from a nice home . I've met addicts that came from families that had money and nice houses. But never from a nice home.

He stares at me, and then leans back in his chair. He's ill, Jacob. I say nothing. He's a paragon schnitzophonic. He's what?! Paragon schnitzophonic, repeats Uncle Al. You mean paranoid schizophrenic? Sure. Whatever. But the bottom line is he's mad as a hatter...

But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.