Quotes About Family

The children, on the other hand, were systematically turned against their parents and taught to spy on them and report their deviations. The family had become in effect an extension of the Thought Police.

Almost any situation is bearable if you have a home to go back to and a family who will stand by you. With

Provide in advance for the needs of thy growing age and the protection of thy family.

CONFUSE NOT THY NECESSARY EXPENSES WITH THY DESIRES. EACH OF YOU, TOGETHER WITH YOUR GOOD FAMILIES, HAVE MORE DESIRES THAN YOUR EARNINGS CAN GRATIFY.

Second, the PLAN doth provide that I shall support and clothe my good wife who hath returned to me with loyalty from the house of her father. For Mathon doth say that to take good care of a faithful wife putteth self respect into the heart of a man and addeth strength and determination to his purposes.

that shines today is the sun that shone when thy father was born, and will still be shining when thy last grandchild shall pass into the darkness.

Vigilad que vuestra familia no pase necesidad si Dios os llama a su reino.

He was generous in his charities. He was generous with his family.

el sol que brilla ahora es el mismo que brillaba cuando nació tu padre y el mismo que brillará cuando fallezca el último de tus nietos.

No man's family can fully enjoy life unless they do have a plot of ground wherein children can play in the clean earth and where the wife may raise not only blossoms but good rich herbs to feed her family.

no man can afford not to insure a treasure for his old age and the protection of his family, no matter how prosperous his business and his investments may be.

This, then, is the sixth cure for a lean purse. Provide in advance for the needs of thy growing age and the protection of thy family.

He was a father. That's what a father does. Eases the burdens of those he loves. Saves the ones he loves from painful last images that might endure for a lifetime.

Is this the baby? I said. Ma turned on me again. What do you think it is? she said. A midget that can't talk?

graduate college, win Pam, get job, make babies, move ahead in job, forget former feeling of special destiny...

A bad thing happened to you kids, Dad said. But it could have been worse. So much worse, Mom said. But because of you kids, Dad said, it wasn't. You did so good, Mom said. Did beautiful, Dad said.

What I'm putting forth, he said, is that the four of us make some memories, become fast friends and abandon starchy old mind-sets about monogamy. The world's gone crazy. Let's do the same. The answer is no, Dad said. And I'm surprised I'm not punching you.

O Lord I cannot bear the thought of Philip lying still in such a place as this and when that thought arises must hum some scrap of tune energetically while praying No no no take that cup away Lord let me go first before any of them I love (before Philip Mary Jack Jr before dear Lydia) only that's no good either since when they reach their end I will not be there to help them?

We left home, married, had children of our own, found the seeds of meanness blooming also within us. Dad began dresssing the pole with more complexity and less discernible logic. He draped some kind of fur over it on Groundhog Day and lugged out a floodlight to ensure a shadow.

We left home, married, had children of our own, found the seeds of meanness blooming also within us.

I could see that, over the years, my babies would slowly transform into selfish-dick babies, then selfish-dick toddlers, kids, teenagers, and adults, with me all that time skulking around like some unclean suspect uncle.

Matt Merton comes back and explains that last week's show on suicide, in which the parents watched a reenactment of their son's suicide, was a healing process for the parents, then shows a video of the parents admitting it was a healing process. (Sea Oak)

Three cars for two grown-ups, I thought. What a country. What a couple selfish dicks my wife and her new husband were. I could see that, over the years, my babies would slowly transform into selfish-dick babies, then selfish-dick toddlers, kids, teenagers, and adults, with me all that time skulking around like some unclean suspect uncle.

Ma was out back, head in hands, weaving in and out of her heaped-up crap. It was both melodramatic and not. I mean, when Ma feels something deeply, that's what she does: melodrama. Which makes it, I guess, not melodrama?