Quotes About Family

For every family   of the pious ought to be a church.

It   is a horrible thing to pour out seed besides the intercourse of man and   woman. Deliberately avoiding the intercourse, so that the seed drops on   the ground, is double horrible. For this means that one quenches the   hope of his family, and kills the son, which could be expected, before   he is born.

By 1853 New York alone had 86 studios. The enormous demand for family pictures was due partly to the high nineteenth-century mortality rates, especially among children. "Secure the shadow ere the substance fade, Let Nature imitate what Nature made," ran the advertising slogan.

My dad is the reason I actually started watching wrestling. My dad was never big into sports we were all big into sports as kids, and he'd go to our Little League games or whatever and not really know what was going on, because he didn't know about sports, but he knew about wrestling.

When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.

Novels are about men and women and children and dogs, not politics.

Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.

There was a young lady from Gloucester Who complained that her parents both bossed her, So she ran off to Maine. Did her parents complain? Not at all -- they were glad to have lost her.

I had a very, very difficult relationship with my mother, who was supremely self-centred. She was hilariously self-centred. She did not really take interest in anything that didn't immediately affect her.

And David saw himself reflected in the Woodsman's eyes, and there he was no longer old but a young man, for a man is always his father's child no matter how old he is or how long they have been apart.

Families," said Angel, with some feeling. "Can't live with them, can't have them killed without complications.

That is what we do for the ones we love: we lie to protect them. Not all truths are welcome.

Perhaps it's true that all men love their fathers, no matter how terrible the things they do to their sons: there is a part of us that remains forever in debt to those responsible for our existence.

Nevertheless, before she grew sick, he would often step quietly into the room in which his mother was reading, acknowledging her with a smile (always returned) before taking a seat close by and immersing himself in his own book so that, although both were lost in their own individual worlds, they shared the same space and time.

wanted to talk to them. I wanted to tell them that I was sorry. I wanted to say what every child wishes to say to his parents when they're gone and it's too late to say anything at all: that I loved them, and had always loved them.

If you really want to annoy someone, you can make little inverted commas by holding up two fingers of each hand and twitching them gently, as though you're tickling an invisible elf under the armpits. For example, when your mother calls you for dinner, and dinner turns out to be boiled fish and broccoli, you can say to her, "Well, I'll just eat my 'dinner', then," and do the little fingers sign. She'll love it. Seriously. I can hear her laughing already.

She might suspect it, but I haven't met a mother yet who'd admit her child was out where the buses don't run, not without a fight." "But Mother must have signed off on Vincent Garronne

his obligations were few. They could, in fact, be boiled down to one: to find the one who had taken his wife and child from this world and tear him apart.

I came back," said David, and the Woodsman smiled. "Most people do, in the end," he replied, and David wondered at how like his father the Woodsman was, and how he had failed to notice it before.

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

They called him John Storm: John after his grandfather, but Storm after his father and his mother.

How long is the Tale? she had asked, and Mrs. Underhill had said: you and your children and your children's children will all be buried before that Tale's all told.

His secret-agentry was over, but he had by this time gone so long in disguise indetectably as a member of his family that by slow stages he had actually become one.

There were the eyebrows, for one thing. He was convinced that the single eyebrow which some, but not all of them, had inherited from Violet had something to do with it. August