Quotes About Family

Oh God, there's nothing like your mother's sympathetic voice to make you want to burst into tears.

My mother's got enough energy for two parents.

All our institutions, including that of marriage and the family, are historically based on short and vulnerable lives….The twenty-first century has to adapt all of these institutions to deal with longer and longer lives." —Sarah Harper, professor of gerontology, University of Oxford

you're interested, mum could start cooking lessons today. nat

as I survey the faces that I love so dearly, I feel a kind of contentment. So we're not flash. So we're not moneyed. So we don't have all the answers or know exactly where we're going. We'll still be all right, our family. We'll be all right.

We spend all weekend cooking.

My shoulders hunch even harder. I'm allergic to family occasions. Sometimes I think we'd do better as Dandelion seeds - no family, no history, just floating off into the world, each on our own piece of fluff.

This isn't just us, by the way; it's every other family I know with young children. The general perception is that if bath time goes, everything goes. Chaos descends. Civilization disintegrates. Children are found wandering the street in tatters, gnawing on animal bones while their parents rock and whimper in alleyways. Kind of thing.)

Children are the anchors that hold a mother to life.

Another husband could be found and with That husband another son. But I have no mother now. I have no father. I cannot bring another brother to the world.

I was born to share love, not hate", said Antigone. "Go then, and share your love for the dead", responds Creon.

Long, long ago; her thought was of that child By him begot, the son by whom the sire Was murdered and the mother left to breed With her own seed, a monstrous progeny. Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereon Poor wretch, she had conceived a double brood, Husband by husband, children by her child.

TEIRESIAS: You have your eyes but see not where you are in sin, nor where you live, nor whom you live with. Do you know who your parents are? Unknowing you are enemy to kith and kin in death, beneath the earth, and in this life.

ISMENE: How can I live alone, without her? CREON: Her? Don't even mention her-- she no longer exists. ISMENE: What? You'd kill your own son's bride? CREON: Absolutely: there are other fields for him to plow.

They're both mad, I tell you, the two of them. One's just shown it, the other's been that way since she was born.

Like father like daughter, passionate, wild . . . she hasn't learned to bend before adversity.

you brought my sperm rising back, springing to light fathers, brothers, sons—one murderous breed— brides, wives, mothers.

Mother and father marked out that rock to be my everlasting tomb—buried alive. Let me die there, where they tried to kill me.

Oed. Must I not fear my mother's marriage-bed?

your own father's hands that served his once bright eyes so well— that made them blind.

who will he be, my dear ones? Risking all to shoulder the curse that weighs down my parents, yes and you too—that wounds us all together

Never since that time has this house got itself clear of rawblood butchery.

My sisters, you, his daughters! Now that you've heard our father's iron curses, I implore you in the name of the gods, if father's curses all come true at last, and if some way back to Thebes is found for you, don't neglect me, please, give me burial, the honored rites of death.

All unknowing you are the scourge of your own flesh and blood, the dead below the earth and the living here above, and the double lash of your mother and your father's curse will whip you from this land one day, their footfall treading you down in terror, darkness shrouding your eyes that now can see the light!