Quotes About Family

That kind of love—the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together—that's the kind that lasts.

My dear and loving cousin… Your ageless heart as you move through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia…

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins. So this was my mother's story. And mine.

My mother had been all over me as a kid—advice, criticism, the whole smothering mothering thing. There were times I wished she would leave me alone. But then she did. She died. No more visits, no more phone calls.

Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.

I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise

This is your house, Reb. You are in the rafters, the floorboards, the walls, the lights. You are in every echo through every hallway. We hear you now. I hear you still. How can I—how can any of us—let you go? You are woven through us, from birth to death.

Can you even spell your great-great grandparent's names?

Parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorb the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because her is where yours begins. So this was my mother's story. And mine.

Before you, Chika, we were a pair. Now, we were a trio. Our car went from a married couple in the front seat to you and Miss Janine in the back, and me behind the wheel like

If you don't have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don't have much at all. Love is so supremely important. Love each other or perish

Is it like Pope John XXIII once said, that it's easier for a father to have children than for children to have a real father?

And one day spent with someone you love can change everything.

carrying children. It is the most wonderful weight to bear.

There is no experience like having children. If you want the experience of having complete responsibility for another human being, and to learn how to love and bond in deepest way, then you should have children.

Every family is a ghost story.

But no matter how a family comes together, and no matter how it comes apart, this is true and will always be true: you cannot lose a child. And we did not lose a child. We were given one. And she was glorious.

Alli took her husband's arm. "Your father was a faster runner and a better climber.

My mother inhaled.

Through it all, despite it all, Eddie privately adored his old man, because sons will adore their fathers even through the worst behavior, It is how they learn devotion. Before he can devote himself to God or a woman, a boy will devote himself to his father, even foolishly, even beyond explanation.

A military chaplain told me the following story: 'A soldier's little girl, whose father was being moved to a distant post, was sitting at the airport among her family's meager belongings. The girl was sleepy. She leaned against the packs and duffel bags. A lady came by, stopped, and patted her on the head. 'Poor child,' she said. 'You haven't got a home.' The child looked up in surprise. But we do have a home,' she said. 'We just don't have a house to put it in.

The hands on Eddie's childhood glass then were hard and calloused and red with anger, and he went through his younger years whacked, lashed, and beaten. This was the second damage done, the one after neglect. The damage of violence. It got so that Eddie could tell by the thump of the footsteps coming down the hall how hard he was going to get it.

Mom?" I whispered. I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever