Quotes About Family

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.

When your family is twice as weird as normal, you have to be twice as polite to authority, because authority hates weird.

She unequivocally rejected his crimes, yet he was the father who, in her childhood memory, was loving—until he wasn't.

Svetlana was moved when her son, Joseph, kissed the body on the forehead to say good-bye.

What would it mean to be born Stalin's daughter, to carry the weight of that name for a lifetime and never be free of it?

All of them knew me, too. They knew that I had been a bad daughter and that my father had been a bad father, but that he had loved me all the same, as I loved him."21 This was the one fact she had to hold on to, as if, were she to let go of this belief, she would disappear. Once she said, "It was as though my father were at the center of a black circle and anyone who ventured inside vanished or was destroyed in one way or another.

To those who encountered Otto at the time, he seems to be a man purged by fire, walking through Amsterdam as though in a strange dream, searching for news of his children. Finding out that he was his family's sole survivor must have sent him to a very dark place. Vince hypothesized that Otto's grief had eventually turned into a mission to find the people responsible for the Annex raid, although his motive was not vengeance; he was seeking accountability and justice.

Svanidze had been "deranged" by his multiple imprisonments and was impossible to live with. According to Lily, he had become paranoid about his own Jewish origins and removed all his Jewish mother's portraits from the walls. And he hated Svetlana's son because Joseph was half Jewish.

it looked as if we were all connected by my husband's suicide, it was in fact love which connected us.

I bambini ancora in vestaglia arrivano come uccelli sotto il grande abete illuminato, luccica il laghetto di vetro del presepio. Natale splende con mille candeline negli occhi, nell'oro e nel rosso della carte colorate. La felicità si brucia le ali credendo di far luce.

I'm not asking that people accept homosexuality. I'm not asking that they believe like I do that it's inborn. I'm not asking that. All I'm saying is don't let these children suffer without a family because of your bias.

Christmas works like glue, it keeps us all sticking together.

Learning is important. It is a way to make a life better for yourself and your family.

It's only a house, she thought. But it was more, too. It was Tibby's elaborate, respectable shrine to a family life that had long ago ebbed out of it.

Mair sat down on the bed. The ancient pink electric blanket was still stretched from corner to corner, and she thought of the weeks of her father's last illness when she had come home to the valley to nurse him, as best she could, and to keep him company. They had enjoyed long, rambling conversations about the past and the people her father had once known.

I have no sense of nationalism, only a cosmic consciousness of belonging to the human family.

He's a graduate of Cornell University, he played basketball there—he's six-three, he weighs one-eighty, he lives in Wilmette, he's thirty-six, brown-eyed, balding, he has a habit of tugging at his left ear, he wears tinted spectacles, he's Missouri Synod Lutheran, he has two children, twelve and ten, Harry and Estelle, Estelle

daughter?' 'She was a beautiful child.' Mrs Williams's eyes grew misty with the quasi-maternal feelings of a procuress.

The tea tasted like a clear dark dripping from the past. My grandmother came back with it, in crisp black funeral silks

It's interesting to come back to your childhood home. And creepy, too, like becoming very young and very old, both at the same time. The spirit that haunts the house.' That was how she looked, I thought, in her archaic long skirt – very young and very old, the granddaughter and the grandmother in one person, slightly schizo. She

She listened with her head bowed, biting one knuckle like a doleful child. But there was nothing childish about the look she gave me. It held a startled awareness, as if she'd had to grow up in a hurry, painfully. I had a feeling that she was the one who had suffered most in the family trouble.

We treat the crime capital of the United States as if it was a second Disneyland, smelling like roses, a great place to take the family or hold a convention.

He had black eyes like his mother's, and short brown hair which stuck up all over his head like visible excitement.

parental attention is never distributed with 100 percent parity in any family, and parental priorities are never exactly the same for each child in any family. In your family, everyone gets what they need, which is different for everyone.