Quotes About Family

And her father's personal odor, of which she would no more speak than she would have uttered an obscenity in his presence.

papà ci amava. Ci ama. Diceva che, se non ci avesse voluto bene, non ci avrebbe punite. Riesco a capirlo, davvero. Però è un modo di pensare malato, e sbagliato".

A mí me resultaba fascinante oír a mi hermano mayor hablando a nuestro padre como un niño, como yo, que tenía diez años. Se me ocurrió una cosa: «¿Nunca nos hacemos mayores?». Por alguna extraña razón, eso me consolaba.

young girl Revere had brought home

How tired Dabney is, of genteel conversation; of his mother, whose love for him is stifling as damp cotton batting, and her tedious relatives of whom not one is younger than she, and no one is near the age of her restless son.

Mom was stubborn, and eloquent.

Because Judson Andrew Mulvaney was the last born of the Mulvaney children. Because I was Babyface, Dimple, Ranger, I was the last to know everything: good news or bad, and probably there were lots of things I never knew at all.

One day, Mom removed the soiled, torn prom dress from the hack of Marianne's closet where it was hidden. She hadn't needed to ask Marianne where the dress was. Found it, unerring, without wishing to examine it; wadded it into a ball and stuffed it in a paper bag with other household trash. Mom's eyes gleaming with tears, but she wasn't crying, nor was Marianne. Not a word uttered.

The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.

No doubt Richard's father, like my mother, had once held his infant son in his arms, looked into the eyes of his child's mother, and believed they would move into the future together with love. The fact that they didn't was a weight each of us carried, as every child does, probably, whose parents no longer live under the same roof. Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.

Daughters, he told her as they dug. Nothing better than a good daughter.

Go home, and let all your relatives off the potter's wheel. You are not the potter!

My family is healthy and prosperous. Everything we lay our hand to is blessed. —3 JOHN 2 & DEUTERONOMY 28:8, 11-12

Great relationships are one of the most precious treasures in life, but we must feed them regularly by putting time into them. If you find you have no time to develop and maintain strong, intimate relationships with God, with yourself, and with your family and friends, then you are absolutely too busy.

When I think about this, I think of my children. I wouldn't want them to run in the front door and tell me what they need without even saying, "Hello, Mom, how are you?" I would not want them to only spend time with me or pay attention to me when they had problems. I want them to fellowship with me often.

I bless God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ (the Messiah) Who has blessed my family in Christ with every spiritual (given by the Holy Spirit) blessing in the heavenly realm! —EPHESIANS 1:3

i dare you Slow Down and Use Your Mind Properly 1. Be determined to pay attention to the things around you, like flowers, trees, a child playing, or your family who loves you. 2. Commit to reading something that is not work-related for at least thirty minutes a day. 3. Get up twenty minutes earlier than you do right now and spend that time with God. Ask Him to show you how He wants you to use your time that day.

muchas personas son bendecidas con familias grandiosas, pero no pueden disfrutarlas porque continuamente tratan de cambiarlos, en vez de confiar en que Dios es poderoso para hacer cualquier cambio que sea necesario.

You've always had me.. and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hasn't taken this long for me to man up. That family of mine..nearly killed me. And not just thanks to that Honor Guard of theirs.

Your friends, and your associates, and the people around you, and the environment that you live in, and the speakers around you - the speakers around you - and the communicators around you, are the poetry makers. If your mother tells you stories, she is a poetry maker. If your father says stories, he is a poetry maker. If your grandma tells you stories, she is a poetry maker. And that's who forms our poetics.

Nadie te hará daño nunca, hijo. Estoy aquí para protegerte. Por eso nací antes que tú y mis huesos se endurecieron primero que los tuyos.

Y después el sollozo. Otra vez el llanto suave pero agudo, y la pena haciendo retroceder su cuerpo. —Han matado a tu padre. —¿Y a ti quién te mató, madre?

Vine a Comala porque me dijeron que acá vivía mi padre, un tal Pedro Páramo ...

I'm trying to fuck my kids up just enough so they'll want to get a job.