Quotes About Family

The funeral was beautiful. I didn't mind it, really. It wasn't exactly Pop's funeral, to me. When I'd been alone with him, there in the little room, well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. I'd said good-bye to him, sort of, then. This was just something you had to go through with, on account of other people and out of respect for Pop.

Christmas is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.

Absence is one of the most useful ingredients of family life, and to dose it rightly is an art like any other.

What the father has hidden comes out in the son, and often have I found the son to be a father's revealed secret.

and sons are much more considerate of one another than mothers and daughters.

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

Oh, Ivivis, sorcerers don't have mothers!

Most of us love a non-self, or something extrinsic and apart from our inner life; but a mother's love during the time she is a flesh-and-blood ciborium is not for a non-self but for one that is her very self, a perfect example of charity and love which hardly perceives a separation. Motherhood then becomes a kind of priesthood. She brings God to man by preparing the flesh in which the soul will be implanted; she brings man to God in offering the child back again to the Creator.

The family tree of earthly ancestors was really not important; what was important was the family tree of the children of God He planted on Calvary.

If it be true that the world has lost its respect for authority, it is only because it lost it first in the home. By a peculiar paradox, as the home loses its authority, the authority of the state becomes tyrannical.

With the crib seen as a tabernacle and the child as a kind of host, then the home becomes a living temple of God. The sacristan of that sanctuary is the mother, who never permits the tabernacle lamp of faith to go out.

The porter who took my bag said to me: "Everybody knows you; it must be wonderful to be a bishop." And I said to him: "Suppose you had four hundred children and ten were very sick and five were dying. Would you not worry and stay awake at night? Well, that is my family. It is not as wonderful as you think.

When Whistler was complimented on the portrait of his mother, he said, "You know how it is; one tries to make one's Mummy just as nice as he can.

the very permanence of marriage is destructive of those fleeting infatuations, which are born with the moment and die with it; it destroys selfishness, furthermore, because the mutual love of husband and wife takes them out of themselves into the incarnation of their mutual love, their other selves, their children; and finally it narrows selfishness because the rearing of children demands sacrifice, without which, like unwatered flowers, they wilt and die.

Some family we're born with. Some we adopt along the way. But they're all precious. Every one of them.

From that moment on, Stella's life was no longer her own. Taking care of seven kids was a twenty-four-hour-a-day job with no weekends off or vacation time.

Don Pedro Luis de Borja-Pierluigi Borgia to the Italians—was still in his mid-twenties when he became the first member of his family to be the most hated man in Rome. He did so not by behaving badly in any way of which a credible record has survived, but by carrying out an assignment that made him the enemy of some of the most badly behaved Romans of his time.

They'll be threatening to murder one another by Wednesday. As I understand it, it's all part of being sisters.

I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming like the passengers in his car.

It was the history of the family, written by Melquíades, down to the most trivial details, one hundred years ahead of time. He had written it in Sanskrit, which was his mother tongue, and he had encoded the even lines in the private cipher of the Emperor Augustus and the odd ones in a La cedemonian military code.

Il possédait, comme son père, une étonnante facilité de s'emballer et de se croire guidé par de bons sentiments.

J'apprenais qu'il peut être plus difficile de faire changer d'idée un enfant aimant qu'un homme armé de toute sa force.

Oak, granite, Lilies by the road, Remember me? I remember you. Clouds brushing Clover hills, Remember me? Sister, child, Grown tall, Remember me? I remember you.

I can never stop thanking you. If I never stop, I never need to say farewell. A river rushes between us. You follow it north, I pursue it south. When I weep because I miss you, my tears will seep through your cavern. Your face is kind as a shawl in winter, or a diamond for a song. My family keeps an inn. You have a chamber in my heart. No rent is due. Farewell. Farewell.