Quotes About Family

Hell, there are times when I'd like to run away from my family.

We don't inherit our parents' sins. Or their virtues.

So there was truth to what Julian had just said, about being strange. He was not normal, and he never would be. Cast out by his own family, thrust alone into the wilderness, he'd learned to rely on himself. He had killed a man. Although that killing was in self-defense, the spilling of another's blood changes you forever, and she wondered how deeply that memory still haunted him.

it for Regina. You'll look so cute together! Mom and daughter in matching dresses!" "Regina's cute. I'm definitely not." Angela's lip began to quiver. It was a sign as subtly ominous as the first

He had a son, but he died some years ago, on a foreign trip. His ex-wife's dead, too, and I've never seen any woman there." Nora shook her head. "It's an awful thing to think about. Dead for four days and no one even notices. That's how unconnected he seemed to be.

Then they'd both watch him get drunk. Family values, that's what he called it, what he threw in Julianne's face whenever she tried to leave him. Family values was a threat, the cudgel he used to keep them forever locked with him in battle.

Family values meant keeping your head down and your voice soft. It meant having dinner on the table by six and your paycheck in his hand every other Friday. It meant keeping secrets that at any time might explode in your face.

was more than their family could ever eat, but that was the point; an abundance of both food and love.

Be glad that you have your health. Do not always be so concerned with money," my father said.

Domingo, your family needs you. Let me explain why I feel strongly that you must stay with them. I had a family once too that loved me. But I made a mistake. I was lured away by other things. When I realized they were what mattered, it was already too late.

When they were children, Mama's elder sister had been dubbed the smart one and Mama the beautiful one. This was how my grandmother had raised them. As if a woman could not be both beautiful and smart.

Isabelle has hungry eyes. She is never happy with her situation. I tell her, 'Think about others worse off than you. At least you have a family, at least there is a roof over your head.' And do you know what she said to me? 'Why should I be content with what I have? What is wrong with reaching higher, wanting more?' Ã¢â'¬Â "Ah, but that is the way of the young nowadays.

I do not care. My baby, my baby, oh, Janna. Ako na lang sana." People gasped at her last words and made the sign of the cross. It was very bad luck, what she said, to wish that it had been she who had died instead.

My aunts did not share in the housework, but they contributed greatly to all of the village gossip. They had fake faces, showing Mama kindness and calling her ate, "big sister," but once they were alone, I heard the snide remarks they shot like an arrow in her direction. They had no shame. On that day of our deepest sorrow, the two of them snorted, elbowing each other while Mama writhed in agony on the floor

When you hold a child in your arms, or hug your mother, or your husband, or your friend, if you breathe in and out three times, your happiness will be multiplied at least tenfold.

In a family, if there is one person who practices mindfulness, the entire family will be more mindful. Because of the presence of one member who lives in mindfulness, the entire family is reminded to live in mindfulness. If in one class, one student lives in mindfulness, the entire class is influenced.

often we forget that it is the very people around us that we must live for first of all. If you cannot serve your wife or husband or child or parent—how are you going to serve society? If you cannot make your own child happy, how do you expect to be able to make anyone else happy?

In a family, if there is one person who practices mindfulness, the entire family will be more mindful.

he whispered in the king's ear, "If you ask me, I think you should find a wife for Siddhartha. Once he has a family to occupy him, he will abandon this desire to become a monk." King Suddhodana nodded.

The suffering and the quarreling in a family don't begin with unkindness, they begin with one person's pain and stress.

Der Gast Das Kind ist krank zum Sterben, Die Lampe giebt trägen Schein, Die Mutter spricht: mir ist es Als wären wir nicht allein. Der Vater sucht zu lächeln, Doch im Herzen pocht's ihm bang, Stiller wird's und stiller, - Die Nacht ist gar zu lang. Nun scheint der Tag ins Fenster, Die Vögel singen so klar; Die Beiden wußten lange, Wer der Gast gewesen war.

Geizhälse sind die Plage ihrer Zeitgenossen, aber das Entzücken ihrer Erben.

Should she stay? This was her house, after all. No, it was their house too. Let Beatrice stay—she did not have to be responsible for everything. Mary felt a sense of relief. There were others to share the responsibility now.

As they sang, this nondescript and indifferent street audience gazed, held by the peculiarity of such an unimportant-looking family publicly raising its collective voice against the vast skepticism and apathy of life.