Quotes About Family

The furniture came into the house when Mamaw and Granddad Bromont were alive, had been in use since Mom was a child, and the lumpy stuffing and worn fabric yet held the scent of Granddad's pipe tobacco and ten thousand dusty days.

In the family, women have the opportunity to transmit the faith in the early training of their children. They are particularly responsible for the joyful task of leading them to discover the supernatural world." ~Bl. John Paul II

Don't let May 1 catch you by surprise! With your children, make paper cones from scrapbook paper and attach a ribbon so that they can be hung on a doorknob. Fill them with silk or paper flowers and a holy card. Now you have May baskets, ready to herald the month of Our Lady!

Cider House Rules

but a perfect home was as clear a sign of dysfunction as a slovenly one.

This is probably going to sound a little weird"—he made a sound like a soft chuckle—"sorry. The accent on your voicemail reminds me of my mom's sister. She's from Savannah. She used to call everything bat-shit crazy. That's what made me laugh just now." The voice stopped, and Harper thought he'd disconnected. A

Grandma had been encouraging me to castrate men since I was old enough to know what dicks even were.

Normally when I tell people I'm a gender studies major, they look at me like I'm studying Sanskrit or Latin. But now, NOW I had something to show my family, to possibly convince them that one day I would be employable. Look! People still like feminism! Or maybe they just really like Ryan Gosling's face. But they're getting that face with a dose of feminism! Like it or not.

When I was born and the nurse held me like a football, when I opened my creepy little eyes, the first person I saw was my grandmother. I opened my eyes and saw the love of my life.

My grandma was the scariest person I'd ever met, and I could not imagine any man having the ability to terrify me more than her.

A lot of people who had terrible childhoods have kids to prove that they can do a better job, or to fix some cosmic rift by being the parents they needed to their own children.

Throughout the eighties, kidnapping was deployed as an empty threat by overworked, exhausted parents who wanted to keep us close enough to elude Child Protective Services but far enough away to not ever have to see, hear, or smell anything we were playing with.

It was nice to be invited to eat with another family. The Garretts didn't have a dad either, but I never asked why. I liked the feeling of not having to explain that part of myself to someone else and thought Erin might feel the same way.

Mom was always getting it half right—she came to my rescue when I needed it but still found a way to blame me for needing to be rescued in the first place.

I craved my mom, even when she was standing right next to me. With her hand in mine and my head resting on her hip, I wondered what I could do to make her feel as light as she seemed to be with everyone else. I wanted her to gently touch my arm and laugh at my knock-knock jokes the way she did when strangers said anything at all. What would it feel like to have my mom all to myself?

My uncle and I had a fairly compact "Take My Wife" routine for two people who were not married and couldn't stand the sight of each other.

Family is everything....Loyalty is priceless

I am endlessly busy, bringing up five young kids, and trying to keep up with the three older ones. I still spend most of my life driving car pools.

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

Those who came before us, with their family names and genetic legacies, with their physical peculiarities, whether it be albino skin or brown eyes—none of this mattered. Family was who we loved and who we protected. Family was the tribe we created here and now.

Every family has its secrets but nothing reveals the truth like DNA

Inheritance is a trickster. One generation may hide its genetic treasures, while the next will put them fully on display.

Unworthy offspring brag the most about their worthy descendants.

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of priests.