Quotes About Family

Sanskrit has different words to describe love for a brother or sister, love for a teacher, love for a partner, love for one's friends, love of nature, and so on. English has only one word, which leads to never-ending confusion.

My family had chosen the army as my career, and war is the army's stock in trade.

In Indian culture, the woman of the house — the embodiment of the family's honor — treasures her gold jewelry both as her soundest asset and as the symbol of her status.

Those who have no sons rarely attach any importance to the priorities of those who do, but they resent them deeply.)

How do I pray? Not in any organized form, really; I go to temples sometimes with my family, but they leave me cold. I think of prayer as something intensely personal, a way of reaching my hands out towards my maker. I recite some mantras my parents taught me as a child; there is something reassuring about those ancient words, hallowed by use and repetition over thousands of years.

We brought up our sons to 'eat everything', but their mixed genetic inheritance prevailed: one twin took to meat-eating with relish, while the other, at age seven, with no persuasion whatsoever from his father, turned staunchly vegetarian.

Then too, and this was as romantic as the others, Briartree was the only thing she had ever really owned. Everything else had more or less been lent her; so it seemed. But this was hers, earned by blood, the only good she ever got from being kin to her mother.

The money was tobacco money, not from the growing end but the manufacturing; they were from Winston-Salem, and there was plenty of it. Even Jeff who was a younger son (as Amy's father had been, in the days before the increased popularity of cigarettes boosted the fortune) could look forward to something over a million in his own name after three brothers by his father's first wife had got theirs.

What was the value of "values"? To obscure more fundamental issues and to divide society along ideological lines rather than class conflicts: the religiously obedient Catholic worker, the evangelical African American, the church- and family-oriented Hispanic, the struggling white family with a son in the military because he aspired to go to college: all vote for the party trumpeting values that impose virtually no cost on its affluent and corporate beneficiaries and their heirs.33

I give to my son, Richard Andrew MacArthur, Jr., if he survives me, all my interest in any and all cash, securities, individual retirement accounts, pension plans, profit sharing plans, stock bonus plans, other qualified retirement plans, real and personal property of any nature, furniture, fixtures, automobiles and all other tangible articles of a household or personal nature, together with all insurance policies

With the benefit of age and parenthood, I've started to appreciate the fact that my father, Officer Thomas Daley Sr., was a complex man who saw the world in black and white. I'm a simple man who sees the world in shades of gray. There was plenty of room for both of us. Time has made me more forgiving of his real and perceived shortcomings. For

with Wendy Hogan, a part-time tax attorney at S&G, and her six-year-old

I don't hate you, you idiot. I'm in love with you. That's why I'm panicking!" She marched to the door and yelled, "And our children will not be freaks!" "Except their mother already is," her father yelled back.

Do you think I'm pretty?" Smitty glanced away from the computer screen he'd been staring at for the last three hours, looked at his sister, and shook his head. "No." "What do ya mean no?" "You asked. Sorry if you didn't like the answer. I always thought you were funny lookin'. Asked momma, 'What is that thing laying in your bed?' And she said, 'I found it hiding under a car, you be nice to it now.

Blayne turned her head to look at Gwen, but caught sight of Dee-Ann standing behind them. Ahh! Where the hell did you come from? Momma says from the love she shares with my daddy, Dee calmly replied.

Don't you see Blaynie. Mitch put his arm around her shoulders. You're like an illegitimate little sister that I never wanted.

Gwen stopped putting her money in the bag. You're giving your father a picture of a door for his birthday? And she'd thought Mitch marking up pages in her copy of Vogue and telling her, This is what I'd get you for your birthday if I had money had been cheap.

We no longer have the luxury of spending our energy on anything that does not lead us and our families to Christ.

When anybody, no matter how old they are, loses a parent, I think it hurts the same as if you were only five years old, you know? I think all of us are always five years old in the presence and absence of our parents.

Yes, I am Irish and Indian, which would be the coolest blend in the world if my parents were around to teach me how to be Irish and Indian. But they're not here and haven't been for years, so I'm not really Irish or Indian. I am a blank sky, a human solar eclipse.

Gordie, the white boy genius, gave me this book by a Russian dude named Tolstoy, who wrote, 'Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.' Well, I hate to argue with a Russian genius, but Tolstoy didn't know Indians, and he didn't know that all Indian families are unhappy for the same exact reasons: the frikkin' booze.

Yep, my daddy was an undependable drunk. But he'd never missed any of my organized games, concerts, plays, or picnics. He may not have loved me perfectly, but he loved me as well as he could. (189)

Is the air okay? I texted. It hurts a little to breathe, my sister texted back. But we're okay. Jesus, I thought, is there a better and more succinct definition of grief than It hurts a little to breathe, but we're okay ?

He looked into the crowd for approval, saw his mother and father. He waved and they waved back. Smiles and Indian teeth. They were both drunk. Everything familiar and welcome. Everything beautiful.