Quotes About Family

All family life is organized around the most damaged person in it.

woman who has just been delivered of a child, Her oven has caved in.

Three sources of suffering: the superior power of nature, the frailty of our bodies, and the inadequacy of the institutions that regulate people's relations with one another in the family, the state and society.

Die rührende, im Grunde so kindliche Elternliebe ist nichts anderes als der wiedergeborene Narzißmus der Eltern, der in seiner Umwandlung zur Objektliebe sein einstiges Wesen unverkennbar offenbart.

At a certain point in her life, she realizes it is not so much that she wants to have a child as that she does not want not to have a child, or not to have had a child' (109).

Say what you would about the pandemic, at least it had helped slow down the rat race. It had also got people thinking more about the world to come. In communities like Salvation City, life had become simpler and more purpose-driven. People were sticking closer to home, spending more time with their families. And everywhere church attendance had soared.

His father used to accuse his mother of not being able to let anything go. She needed to learn to put the past behind her, instead of dwelling on what couldn't be changed. Don't be like your mother, he warned Cole, unless you want to be depressed.

ourselves, the man raised his voice to say. The only moral, meaningful course for a civilization facing its own end: To learn how to ask forgiveness and to atone in some tiny measure for the devastating harm we had done to our human family and to our fellow creatures and to the beautiful earth. To love and forgive one another as best we

My mother sobbed. I'm not asking for that much. But she was: She was asking him to be someone else.

never really become a part of life, not in the way most people do. They may have serious relationships, they may have friends, even a sizable circle, they may spend large portions of their time in the company of others. But they never marry and they never have children. On holidays, they join some family or other group. This goes on year after year, until they finally find it in themselves to admit that they'd really rather just stay home.

He felt as if the roots of his own life were intertwined with those of his brothers and sisters, somewhere deep down in the dark earth. Every blow that struck, every injury that ate away at the marrow of one of them was felt by all.

Wherever they might wander out in the world, whithersoever they might fare, forgetful of their mother, she felt as though for her their life must still be an action of her life, they must still be as one with herself as they had been when she alone in all the world knew of the new life which lay hidden within and drank of her blood and made her cheeks pale." –p. 329-30

Kristin held the child while the young mother went to get a drink of local ale.

But never had she felt so clearly as in this hour that it was on her father and mother all the life of this home had rested. What ever hidden troubles they might have had to struggle with, warmth and help, peace and safety had flowed out from them to all that lived about them.

Her granny used to say, We've always been poor as Job's turkey and most likely always will be.

All of this could have been different if both of his parents had taken a breath.

Clay wished that he could piece the story of his mother together in the same way. He might find scraps of her life, stitch them together, and have a whole that he could pull up to his neck and feel warm beneath.

They all knew that she was serious and they all knew what she wasn't saying—that their land was the most important thing they had besides one another.

He kept telling James and me how proud he was of us. I reminded Dad how he had spotted the advert in the newspaper that kick-started my little journey. I made sure he knew that without his encouragement I would probably never have made anything of my life. I knew and I know he always loved me.

In a blink of a life my brother James, mother and I lost a vital part of our tiny family. We were devastated. I felt completely bereft. And then 9/11 happened. And I had written the only book in the world about the group behind the devastating attack.

young orphaned Bertrand initially faltered—until the moment when, at age eleven, his older brother introduced him to the logical purity of Euclidean geometry. Suddenly mathematics, as well as a near-fanatical interest in peace, became the young man's watchwords. It was then that he began his "relentless search for knowledge," as he later described it, which seems to characterize all soi-disant polymaths, of which he was to be a prime exemplar.

and his youngest sister, Henrietta, lived to a great age, also beside the sea, with a vast collection of cats—having previously traveled around England carrying a portable stove that allowed her to cook her beloved sausages in the privacy of her various bedrooms. She also once mistakenly took an alarm clock to church with her, instead of a Bible, with predictably catastrophic results.

If she could inherit, she would thus wrongly transmit her paternal family's riches to that of her husband: she is carefully excluded from the succession.

Tinha caprichos, desobedecia simplesmente pelo prazer de não obedecer. Nas fotografias de família, eu mostro a língua, viro as costas e em torno de mim os outros riem. Essas pequenas vitórias animavam-se a não considerar insuperáveis as regras, os ritos, a rotina; constituem as raízes de certo otimismo que devia sobreviver a todos os processos de adestramento.