Quotes About Family

I drive a V10 Ford Excursion and I have to tell folks all the time: look I've got five kids and a dog and birds. I would have to have two Lincolns with two V8s, you see, so it would be 16 cylinders.

Taking time for each other is the key for harmony in the home [and in marriage].

Just so you know I never had a dad either, but that's another story for another time.

The perfect family board game is one that can be played each time with fewer pieces.

One time my whole family played hide and seek. They found my mother in Pittsburgh!

Even after I'd published three books and had been writing full-time for twenty years, my father continued to urge me to go to law school.

But there's no substitute for a full-time dad. Dads who are fully engaged with their kids overwhelmingly tend to produce children who believe in themselves and live full lives.

Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

I like to play table tennis, spend time with my kids.

Reading with my children is incredibly important to me and a wonderful way to spend time together as a family, exploring magical worlds through books and stories.

Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids?

I lay in bed that March morning, listening to noises from below stairs and priding myself on the fact that I had kept peace in the house since January. If I didn't, we might all kill each other. Not with guns, no. We'd had our fill of guns with the war. But with words, the way civilized people kill each other every day.

Although her parents didn't know it, Debra had gotten a prescription for birth control pills at Planned Parenthood when she was only ten.

Peggy and Kelvin had one daughter—and then a second—and they proved to be good parents to Mariah and Taylor

As for the family home, Tom dropped into the house on Seventeenth almost every day, walking in unannounced as if he still lived there. Even Debby told him she didn't think that was fair to Kay. "I wouldn't blame her for changing the locks," she said. "I own that house," Tom answered. "I can go there anytime I want.

Tom took Susan to his mother's house and introduced her to Marguerite. Thereafter, when his mother referred to Susan, she called her "that slutty little girl," which Tom and Susan found hilarious. When he sent Susan notes, Tom addressed them to "Dear Slutty Little Girl.

families who coexist all year tend to become dysfunctional with the pressure of holiday emotions. Perhaps humans expect more out of life during the festive season. Those over the age of ten are usually disappointed. CHAPTER ONE In 1975 the Friday before Thanksgiving was icy and bleak.

Their female family members weren't offering sex for money, and they had no tattoos or drug habits, so they could conclude that a roving killer was no danger to them.

But Marisa already knew the answer and it was too late for recrimination. The chance of even a rational discussion of the problem was forever shut out of Mama's brain. A brutal bastard was steadily sucking the intelligence and the very life from the mother who had once been witty, wise and loving. The scourge had a name Marisa had come to equate with hell: Alzheimer's Disease.

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.

When someone asks you where you come from, the answer is your mother...When your mother's gone, you've lost your past. It's so much more than love. Even when there's no love, it's so much more than anything else in your life. I did love my mother, but I didn't know how much until she was gone.

I conveniently forgot to remember that people only have two hands, or, as another parent once said of having a third child, it's time for a zone defense instead of man-to-man.

I know from experience that those least capable of truly assessing any marriage are the children who come out of it. We style them as we need them, to excuse our faults, to insulate ourselves from our own expendability or indispensability.

There is only room in the lifeboat of your life for one, and you always choose yourself, and turn your parents into whatever it takes to keep you afloat.