Quotes About Family

In peacetime it is sons who bury their fathers Ã¢â'¬â€œ but in times of war, it is fathers who bury their sons.

Porque nadie es tan necio que prefiera la guerra a la paz: en ésta los hijos entierran a sus padres, y en aquella los padres a los hijos.

Ma soeur a mis le feu à sa chambre en lisant la nuit avec une lampe de poche sous son duvet pour que mon père ne voie pas de lumière passer sous la porte. Mais elle l'a éteint toute seule, en battant l'édredon contre le mur, et en ouvrant la fenêtre pour évacuer la fumée. Quand ma mère entre le matin dans sa chambre, elle trouve tout cramé. Mes parents n'ont plus la force de rosser ma soeur, elle résiste trop dignement à leurs coups.

God chooses our kinsfolk for us; but man chooses his own wife; having free will in that choice on which hangs his own life, and the lives of others. Yet the wisest of men said, 'Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favor of the Lord.' Ay, a good wife is the token of such loving favor as we know not yet in this world.

Few sons are like their fathers--most are worse, few better.

If you are one of earth's inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man's destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

But they could neither of them persuade me, for there is nothing dearer to a man than his own country and his parents, and however splendid a home he may have in a foreign country, if it be far from father or mother, he does not care about it.

Both were gods of the same line, a single father, but Zeus was the elder-born and Zeus knew more.

Im Frieden begraben die Söhne ihre Väter, im Krieg begraben Väter ihre Söhne.

No finer, greater gift in the world than that...when man and woman possess their home, two minds, two hearts that work as one.

Odysseus is a migrant, but he is also a political and military leader, a strategist, a poet, a loving husband and father, an adulterer, a homeless person, an athlete, a disabled cripple, a soldier with a traumatic past, a pirate, thief and liar, a fugitive, a colonial invader, a home owner, a sailor, a construction worker, a mass murderer, and a war hero.

His mother then, Wailing, sobbing, laid open her bosom And holding out a breast spoke through her tears: Hector, my child, if ever I've soothed you With this breast, remember it now, son, and Have pity on me. Don't pit yourself Against that madman. Come inside the wall. If Achilles kills you I will never Get to mourn you laid out on a bier, O My sweet blossom, nor will Andromache, Your beautiful wife, but far from us both Dogs will eat your body by the Greek ships.

Few sons, indeed, are like their fathers. Generally they are worse; but just a few are better.

For few are the children who turn out to be equals of their fathers, and the greater number are worse; few are better than their father is.

Oh son of Polybus!" the prince replies

I truly believe that the death of my mother has made me the way I am today. I am a survivor, mentally strong, determined, stronwilled, self-reliant, and independent. I also keep most of my pain, anger and feelings inside. I refuse to be vulnerable to anyone, especially my husband. The only people who see that more emotional or softer side are my children. That too because of my mother.

a mother's death also means the loss of the consistent, supportive family system that once supplied her with a secure home base, she then has to develop her self-confidence and self-esteem through alternate means. Without a mother or mother-figure to guide her, a daughter also has to piece together a female self-image of her own.

There is an emptiness inside of me- a void that will never be filled. No one in your life will ever love you as your mother does. There is no love as pure, unconditional and strong as a mother's love. And I will never be loved that way again.

When one parent dies, the world is dramatically altered, absolutely, but you still have another one left. When that second parent dies, it's the loss of all ties, and where does that leave you? You lose your history, your sense of connection to the past. You also lose the final buffer between you and death. Even if you're an adult, it's weird to be orphaned.

When a mother dies, a daughter's mourning never completely ends.

When my mother died, a lot of people tried to comfort me by saying, 'Well, you still have your father. You still have a brother and sister. You have a wonderful husband and beautiful children.' And you know what? That's all true. That's all completely true. But I still don't have my mother.

Sometimes I wonder what losing my mother would have been like if I'd spent just a few more years with her, or if I'd known her for a few less.

many of my achievements have been bittersweet to me because they are things my mother once hoped to accomplish but never got the time to do. I've visited a dozen foreign countries. I went to my brother's wedding. I saw the first day of a new century.

THE FOLLOWING WORK was found in the library of an ancient Catholic family in the north of England. It was printed at Naples, in the black letter, in the year 1529. How much sooner it was written does not appear. The principal incidents are such as were believed in the darkest ages of Christianity; but the language and conduct have nothing that savours of barbarism. The style is the purest Italian.