Quotes About Family

The greatest legacy a father can leave for his children before he departs is PEACE, otherwise his properties will go in PIECES sooner that he dies.

There are really places in your heart that you don't know exist until you love a child.

I feel so blessed to be alive and so blessed to have to have a father that loves me no matter how much wrong I do in this world.

We see answers to prayer all around us.our home, family, children, healing, life, love, are all answers to prayer.

Distrust won't do good to you.But still if you ever do.Doubt you husband, Maybe doubt your wife.But never suspect, your kid's father, or the mother of your child.

Death had marked his family with unbreakable black halos, until only two remained.

He was probably the only number one son in Kahana putting up such a fight, but you couldn't tell because every family was a walled city, and you never knew unless you were inside. And if you were on the inside, you never talked stink about the family, but kept up the family's face.

Grandfather could've declared bankruptcy and not pay back his debts. That's the trouble with the Oyamas. They want to act big and generous and honest with the outsiders. They want to put up a big face at the expense of their children.

As long as Tosh was home, I kept wishing he'd stop crabbing so much. But now I missed his crabbing. I couldn't crab the way he could, and things kept building up in me. All this reserve and discipline and patience and self-sacrifice only wore you down and made you feel real low.

Mothers! They promise you they'll never get married again, and next thing you know you're a bridesmaid.

The only adult male I had ever known was my father. All my ideas about love and responsibility came from him.

Ricordo ancora dei momenti magnifici, in cui la famiglia era al completo...non immaginavo neppure lontanamente che da lì a breve quegli idilliaci intermezzi sarebbero finiti. Eppure presto accadde.

I had unwittingly crossed a line. Not only was Hikari-chan an outcast, but she was also a half-breed, fathered out of wedlock by an American GI. It was all too much for Auntie Oima, who couldn't contain her fear that I would be contaminated by association. Keeping my reputation unsullied was one of her major preoccupations.

Even though I knew little about money, I knew that I was the main support of the household.

There is such a thing as crazy-mother bonding. . . . It happens when one realizes the other also has had a crazy mother, and it is both painful and pleasurable. There are more crazy mothers than you might think.

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

One night I heard my dad say to my mom: I can't help but think of the good times we're having now as being painful memories later on. And my mom saying, c'mon now honey.

When my mother went to university to become a therapist she learned that suffering, even though it may have happened a long time ago, is something that is passed from one generation to the next to the next, like flexibility or grace or dyslexia.

She says Mom does the emotional work for the whole family, feeling everything ten times harder than is necessary so the rest of us can act normal.

Let's not have forced gaiety this Christmas, said Nora, like it was a dish. We'll have a tiny bit of it, I said.

suffering, even though it may have happened a long time ago, is something that is passed from one generation to the next to the next, like flexibility or grace or dyslexia. My grandfather had big green eyes, and dimly lit scenes of slaughter, blood on snow, played out behind them all the time, even when he smiled.

We were making good time now, barrelling through the bodacious curves of southeastern Utah and ignoring all impending signs of trouble with the van. At least I was. You guys happy? I said. The kids smiled at me like I was a dog chasing my tail, sweet but stupid, and looked away.

When we got back to the house Logan grabbed his basketball, threw it really hard against the hallway wall, knocked the framed family photo to the floor-it didn't break, he didn't pick it up-and left with a couple of his friends. Thebes picked up the photo, hung it back on the wall, sighed heavily like she'd travelled to every corner of the world, on her knees, with a knife in her back and a boa constrictor wrapped around her chest, and then made us a couple of blueberry smoothies.

For a few seconds I thought about my little brothers who loved connecting things with rope. I wondered if I'd ever see them again and a torpedo of sadness struck me and moved straight trough my body.