Quotes About Family

Do you know what it's like to marry off a daughter? You don't? Then you're better off! I know very well what it's like, even though it was someone else's daughter.

Eleven kids from three wives, may no harm come to them, is nothing to sneeze at!

All right, doctor, you just try and have three grown daughters—God bless them—and marry them off all in one day and then we'll see if you'll be able to sit home and relax for even a day.

I don't know why, but in each mother there seems to be some sort of hidden force. It gives her the mad desire to see her daughter engaged the minute she outgrows her baby clothes.

My brother and I don't think much of each other, you get the picture? May God repay me for all the things I've done for him.

But go argue with an ignoramus. I'm referring to my own brother, Henikh, may God not punish me for these words.

Just recently, she had an engagement party for her daughter. Great God! May you and I have a third of what that party cost her.

But it's nice having children. It wouldn't faze me at all having ten, fifteen, even seventy-five children. There's only one drawback. They got mouths!

Stay at home," says my mother, "and you won't wear out your boots!

My brother-in-law—may my life be as long as his was short!—has died of the toothache. Of course, his health wasn't too good before that.

Then she held out her hands, though all she could say was a single whispered word: "Pa-pa …" Please don't think any worse of me for having tears in my eyes now.

As my mother, God bless her, would say, "Bring the bread and I'll find the cutting knife …

The worse heartache," says my mother, "is the one you can't bare.

Once, matches were made behind a child's back; you came home from shaking hands with your in-laws, you wished the bride or groom a mazel tov, and that was that.

My mother spoke about being a widow with two sons, one swimming in chicken fat and the other the poor little fellow sitting next to her.

You know what, Mendl? Listen to your wife, tell Odessa where it can go, and come home to Kasrilevke.

Thinking of the dead," says my mother, "makes you wonder about the living …

And you have three children, bless them. "Remember your own and you'll forget the next man's," my mother says.

I worried constantly. I felt that my son was chipping away at me. This small thing and then that small thing.

The patriarchal family was only the most recent in a string of 'primary' social organizations, all of which defined woman as a different species due to her unique childbearing capacity. The term family was first used by the Romans to denote a social unit the head of which ruled over wife, children, and slaves - under Roman law he was invested with the rights of life and death over them all; famulus means domestic slave, and familia is the total number of slaves belonging to one man.

I felt a surge of love for my aunt. We disagreed about so many things, yet here was family: the people who kept dancing with you, even after the music stopped.

We disagreed about so many things, yet here was family: the people who kept dancing with you, even after the music stopped.

You must understand something, Mr Thompson. What I do has nothing to do with the money or the bricks and steel that make a building. It's the people who matter. I'm able to give them a comfortable place to work or to live, a place where they can raise families and have decent lives. That's what was important to my father, and it became important to me.

I was convinced, I added, that she would be better at once if her father said that he was sacrificing Frau K. to her health. I hoped that he would not be persuaded to do so, because then she would have seen what a strong weapon she had in her hands, and would certainly not shrink from exploiting all the possibilities of illness on every future occasion. However, if her father did not give in to her, I felt sure that she would not abandon her invalid status so easily.