Quotes About Family

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.

We all feel really blessed to have been with my dad for these 85 years.

And then I got into sports and gave my guitar to my brother Jeff who was just a little kid at that time.

My father was my teacher. But most importantly he was a great dad.

My mom is many times responsible for getting us all together, but we trade off at each other's houses. My brother and I are actors and are traveling a lot of our job.

A child's death isn't always necessary for a mother to grieve.

Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.

Madan is to me the most extraordinary person in this story, because he didn't know me at all. He didn't know my family, and he has his own family, for whom he is the sole provider. We were separated by language, by culture, by religion, by the entire breadth of this world, but bound together by a bond of common humanity. This man will never have to wonder again whether he has a brave heart.

Siblings have always marked out territory through food.

The power siblings have over our eating habits is no small thing. yet we hardly ever talk about these familial influences.

Kitchen technology is not just about how well something works on its own terms—whether it produces the most delicious food—but about all the things that surround it: kitchen design; our attitude to danger and risk; pollution; the lives of women and servants; how we feel about red meat, indeed about meat in general; social and family structures; the state of metallurgy.

Inequality among siblings goes all the way to the gut: we are born with different microbes inside us, outnumbering our cells ten to one. Some of them affect our chances of becoming obese in later life and others affect how well we digest our dinner. What we eat is constantly changing the composition of our microbiota, but, equally, the nature of the microbes inside us determines how well we respond to the food we eat.

Childhood food memories, like family jokes, are often untranslatable to outsiders.

The importance of shared childhood food memories for bonding families together can be seen among expats who carry their 'homeland' with them in the form of ingredients smuggled in suitcases.

When the flavour of white bread and processed meat are linked in your memory with the warmth and authority of a parent and the camaraderie of siblings, it can feel like a betrayal to stop eating them.

To eat these foods again in the new country was a way of holding on to the grandmothers and mothers who had first cooked with them. Often, however, the remembering through food is bittersweet, because even when you have tracked down every last herb and spice, the missing ingredient is the cook. You find you don't want pasta 'just like Mama used to make'; you actually want Mama herself.

If you want your children to eat better, don't tell them what to do; eat better yourself.

With good cooking and a patient but persistent approach at mealtimes, it could be food that was both good for the children and enjoyable.

In India, children's food is just food.

Boys eat better when their parents continue to expect them to eat vegetables and include them in home-cooked meals as they get older. Or - better still - get them to prepare the home-cooked meals themselves.

Much of what we learn about eating comes from the way our parents feed us.

It's seldom easy to change habits, particularly those so bound up with memories of family and childhood, but, whatever our age, it looks as if eating well is surprisingly teachable skill.

Parents and children resemble each other no more in the foods they like than couples do, suggesting that nurture - who you eat with - is more powerful than nature in determining our food habits. Whatever our innate dispositions, our experience with food can override them.

Often, however, the remembering through food is bittersweet, because even when you have tracked down every last herb and spice, the missing ingredient is the cook. You find you don't want pasta "just like mama used to make"; you actually want mama herself.