Quotes About Family

Growing up, I considered [my dad] to be an exemplar of fidelity. For instance, he didn't believe in removing his wedding ring, no matter what. Whenever he washed his hands, he would thoroughly scrub his right hand, then align his two ring fingers tip to tip, slide the ring from his left ring finger to his right, then scrub his left hand.

Fear prevents engagement; lack of engagement builds into a habit of avoidance; and pretty soon it's just your family stuck inside four walls, where perhaps the biggest obstacle of all—technology—abounds. Even if you recognize that it might not be good for them to be in their

Fear prevents engagement; lack of engagement builds into a habit of avoidance; and pretty soon it's just your family stuck inside four walls, where perhaps the biggest obstacle of all—technology—abounds.

Yes, indeed, Senator Pinarius. It's because the author mentions his dealings with the late Marcus, blessed be his memory, and with Commodus, blessed be his reign. Anything to do with the imperial family is always guaranteed to sell, and with today's awful news, people are hungry to read anything to do with the beloved Marcus.

The most important seed I can sow in this life is my children, and the love and knowledge that I can bestow upon them and the help I can give them.

It all starts with the script: it's not worth taking myself away from my family if I don't have something I'm really passionate about.

I don't really have a schedule of when I want to show my children my movies.

Daddy, are you going to yell at us some more today?' Neary gazed down into her clear, guileless eyes. That was how he looked to her---a yelling machine. And she was prepared to accept more yelling because she loved him.

The best time of my life has been the three instances where I have been there for the birth of my children. That is, nothing [else] has ever come close.

My daddy was a coal miner, and I understand being out of work, okay? I've been down that road myself. And I know you've got to provide for your family. But I'm saying they're only giving us two options. They're saying, "Either starve—or destroy West Virginia." And surely to God there must be another option.31

Why not share with the world the way it is and tell them my feelings about my cat, and how I played with my kids, and how addicted to Christmas time I am, and the smell of pine needles and hearing my kids laugh.

Rock n' roll as a genre is different from pop and hip hop: it is about bands, and that for me suggests brotherhood, family, friendship and community.

I'm not even much of a gardener—my contribution to the family garden consists mainly of compost.

When I was little my grandfather one Christmas gave me a box of broken glass. He gave my brother a box of Band-Aids, and said, "You two share."

I bought my brother some gift-wrap for Christmas. I took it to the gift wrap department and told them to wrap it, but in a different print so he would know when to stop unwrapping.

When I have a kid, I want to buy one of those strollers for twins. Then put the kid in and run around, looking frantic. When he gets older, I'd tell him he used to have a brother, but he didn't obey.

Be nice to your children. After all, they are going to choose your nursing home.

When I have a kid, I wanna put him in one of those strollers for twins, then run around the mall looking frantic.

My other family is Fleetwood Mac. I don't need the money, but there's an emotional need for me to go on the road again. There's a love there we're a band of brothers.

My father really was not the dominant person who raised the family, it was my mother who raised the family.

I'm sorry you don't like coming back here," her mother often said, to cap whatever petty dust-up they'd had. How could Emily explain: it wasn't her mother or Kersey she'd disowned, but her earlier self, that strange, ungrateful girl who strove to be first at everything and threw tantrums when she failed.

Like a funeral, a birthday wasn't yours but for the people who loved you.

Late in life, after his mother had died, his father cried at baptisms and funerals and sappy movies on TV, age stripping away a final protective layer. Now Henry could feel the same softening taking place inside him, a helpless grief for the past and boundless pity for the world, and that was right too. No fool like an old fool.

Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!