Quotes About Family

My dad was a shooter, or submission wrestler, and he loved to stretch anyone who dared to show up at his door. I remember him stretching the daylights out of Father Roberts, the Catholic priest who baptized all the Hart kids. Father Roberts got closer to God in my father's basement dungeon than he felt comfortable with. But Stu was non-denominational; he stretched a rabbi once too.

On October 29, I drove to Fort Wayne, Indiana, with Kerry Von Erich, another of Fritz Von Erich's sons. Kerry was a big, handsome, well-built kid with a kind streak a mile wide who wouldn't think twice about giving you the shirt off his back. I loved how genuine and considerate he was, especially to the fans.

I felt on my back gentle pats like fragile wings just touching me, touching me: my grandchildren's hands.

Molly wanted to sway to sleep in the hammock of her children's breathing.

Where and how did you propose? She bit her lip. Um... Callen ran a hand over Grace's hair. In bed as nature intended. He shot an apologetic glance his mother's direction. Sorry. She shook her head. That's okay. I figured out you've slept together. For some reason that struck Mallory as hysterical. The pregnancy gave it away, right?

de opeenvolging der generaties: een reeks die zich in het duister van de tijd verliest, ouders, kinderen, kleinkinderen, tot in het oneindige bezig elkaar de last door te geven die ieder van de voorgangers heeft ontvangen, vermeerderd met eigen onlust, soms door individuele werkzaamheid in gewicht verminderd. Wij kunnen onze kinderen geen grotere dienst bewijzen dan door onze bagage op vodden en oud roest te sorteren'.

What was that?' Wallander said. [Linda] 'Nothing.' 'That's funny. I could have sworn you were swearing.' 'I didn't say anything.' 'I have a strange daughter,' Wallander said to Lindman. 'She curses without even knowing it.'

A woman would have never been able to live in a house with no pictures of her family

We're not allowed to learn to die,' Jansson said. 'What do you mean?' 'In the past death was a part of life. Now it's completely separate. I remember I was six years old when my grandmother died. Her body lay on a door in the parlour at home. There was nothing odd about that. Death was a natural part of our lives. Not any more. We no longer learn to die in this country.

In the biological world children are the sole purpose. Nothing else matters.

That would never have worked. You can't be a hired hand for your own father. Especially when he makes all the decisions, and is always right.

Our ancestors survive somewhere in our faces, she thought. If you look like your mother as a child, you end up as your father when you age. When you no longer recognise your face, it's because an unknown ancestor has taken up residence for a while.

You have a good father." She was taken aback.

Si se diera el caso de un dolor insoportable que no se pudiera paliar, podría pedir que me sedaran. Así abandonaría durmiendo esta vida y este mundo. Prefiero eso que tener que suicidarme. Es algo que no quiero hacer, por mis seres queridos. Si estuviera solo en la vida, podría ser una opción, pero hoy por hoy no lo es.

Sometimes parents don't know their children, he thought. But sometimes a parent knows her child better than anyone else, and

But I've come to terms with the fact that you never escape your parents. The roles are simply reversed. You become your parents' parents. - Lisa Holgersson

My grandfather had dominated my childhood out on the island, but my grandmother had been there too, providing the security I didn't recognise or value until I was an adult.

Births and deaths are going on all around us all the time. But the dying seems more pronounced when you reach the front of the line. Now that my father is dead there's no one ahead of me anymore.

My grandmother is over eighty and she still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City?

My Grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

Our society is so fragmented, our family lives so sundered by physical and emotional distance, our friendships so sporadic, our intimacies so 'in-between' things and often so utilitarian, that there are few places where we can feel truly safe.

There are many elder sons and elder daughters who are lost while still at home.

God looks at his people as children of a family who are happy that those who have done only a little bit are as much loved as those who accomplish much.