Quotes About Family

The meaning of the family is thus not to be sought in procreation but in a God-centered authority and responsibility in terms of man's calling to subdue the earth and exercise dominion over it.

That's the bittersweet part of being a mom. You slather on all that love and attention so that your kids will grow up strong, confident, and self-sufficient. And if you've done your job right, you've raised grown-ups who can go off and manage just fine without you.

a newborn with a mother whose mother came undone.

Women are weak, but mothers are strong.

Because the man who stood there before us was not our father. He was somebody else, a stranger who had been sent back in our father's place. That's not him, we said to our mother, That's not him, but our mother no longer seemed to hear us..."Did you..." she said. "Every day," he replied. Then he got down on his knees and he took us into his arms...

Don't touch me," said the girl. "I want to be sick by myself." "That's impossible," said her mother. She continued to rub her back and the girl did not push her away

She drained the pasta and looked out the window over the sink. In the middle of the street, paying no attention whatsoever to oncoming cars, two little boys were jousting with hockey sticks while riding bicycles, their mother observing through a fog of cigarette smoke and a beer. Human beings, Janet thought, were a disappointment.

Jesus," my father mumbled whenever he opened the refrigerator and found health-food peanut butter, brown salt-free bread, and a jar of thriving alfalfa seeds, "the world could end tomorrow and we'd have eaten a last meal of this stuff.

my father says, stirring the soup that he's concocted: tuna and pepperoni in a chicken broth.

Children always take their own parents for idiots.

Our mother has taken up knitting since she got sick but doesn't knit well. We keep waiting to see a sweater, even a glove, but she knits without projects in mind, tearing things out to begin again. Sometimes she puts the knitting down and looks out the window, as if there were something in the dark to see.

I loved this-living as part of a community...Short of living on a commune, how could I import the feeling of belonging somewhere back into my own life? Quite simply, I could move back to California, where my family and oldest friends were. If I loved the city life but didn't fancy living across the country from everyone I loved, why not San Francisco? I wanted a life, and I no longer really equated life with work.

My mother was born on a tiny farm in County Mayo. She was meant to stay at home and look after the farm while her brother and sister got an education. However, she came to England on a visit and never went back.

Per anni l'aveva rispettato; forse, pensava, anche amato, di quell'amore senza fuoco che si distribuisce in parti uguali ai diversi membri della propria famiglia.»

In growing older, we become our parents.

Eddy, Vita's cousin. Even better, if Vita herself had been born

In 1984, French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu explored the social patterning of consumption and taste in Distinction: A Social Critique of the Judgement of Taste. Bourdieu found that family socialization processes and educational experiences are the primary determinants of taste for a wide range of cultural goods, including food, dress, and home decor.

You were rightly destined for our family, Catherine. Almost by instinct you seem to have stumbled on the old tradition by which the châtelaines of Montsalvy would go to Puy, in times of war and danger, to implore divine help and offer their most beautiful jewels to the Madonna. Go, my daughter, you think as a true Montsalvy would!

Ton père? Il est le dernier de cette race effrayante des Tournemine, qui durant les siècles, ont fondu comme des oiseaux de proie sur tout ce qui passait à portée de leurs tours (.....) Il ne lui restait rien de la puissance ni de l'énorme fortune qui faisaient dire, à certaine époque, que les messieurs de La Hunaudaye étaient seulement un peu moins grands seigneurs que le Roi de France. Il s'appelait Pierre ....

Choosing to be in the theatre was a way to put my roots down somewhere with other people. It was a way to choose a new family.

Buscás eso que llamas la armonía, pero la buscás justo ahí donde acabás de decir que no está, entre los amigos, la familia, en la ciudad...

El lunes una parte de la familia se fue a sus respectivos empleos y ocupaciones, ya que de algo hay que morir

La besaron tanto entre Inés y su madre que le quedó la cara como caminada, blanda y oliendo a rouge y polvo rachel de Coty, húmeda alrededor de la boca, un asco que el viento le sacó de un manotazo.

Quien más quien menos, mis cuatro primos carnales se dedican a la filosofía. Leen libros, discuten entre ellos y son admirados a distancia por el resto de la familia