Quotes About Family

That was on a night in August. Dad Lewis died early that morning and the young girl Alice from next door got lost in the evening and then found her way home in the dark by the streetlights of town and so returned to the people who loved her. And in the fall the days turned cold and the leaves dropped off the trees and in the winter the wind blew from the mountains and out on the high plains of Holt County there were overnight storms and three-day blizzards.

The human being is a surprisingly resilient organism. We are impelled toward health not sickness. Your spirit, as surely as your body, will try to heal....So you should not fear tragedy and suffering. Like love, they make you more a part of the human family. From them can come your greatest creativity. They are the fire that burns you pure.

By a husband wealth is accumulated; by a wife is its preservation.

Happiness is having a loving, close knit family in another city.

To make a happy fire-side clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

You know why men make more money than women? Because, in the unlikely event that we're both on the Titanic and it starts to sink, for some reason, you get to leave with the kids and I have to stay -- that's why I get the dollar more an hour.

The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.

There are truckloads of broccoli at this very minute descending on Washington. My family is divided. For the broccoli vote out there: Barbara loves broccoli. She has tried to make me eat it. She eats it all the time herself. So she can go out and meet the caravan of broccoli that's coming in.

We're going to keep trying to strengthen the American family. To make them more like the Waltons and less like the Simpsons.

Never paint your wife or your mother.

Looking across this field, we see the scale of heroism and sacrifice. All who are buried here understood their duty. All stood to protect America. And all carried with them memories of a family that they hoped to keep safe by their sacrifice.

It all began to disappear, what my parents wanted from me, who they wanted me to be, the future they had so carefully planned.

When I graduated from high school, my mom and aunt got uncharacteristically emotional, remarking that it looked like I was going to make it. I have inherited from these women a very pragmatic way of looking at the world, because they did whatever necessary to get the job done.

But a new kind of life, one that she had longed to know as a child, opened up to our mother when we left. Over endless late-night phone conversations, she sympathized with our bureaucratic dilemmas, asked about our new friends and reminded us to eat well and sleep plenty.

But family is only a safe zone until you kiss another woman, question the faith or go to the movies with a white boy.

There's this trope that repeats itself in the books you and I read to save our lives: that if where you grew up is killing you, you can leave and make a chosen, identity-based fam that takes up where your bio-fam left off.

I saw my mother shrink in her eyes. I wanted to tell the cashier there were no roaches in Pakistan, but something stopped me.

Money was why my father had to work day and night and was never home. Money was why girls like Shahnaaz got heart-shaped lockets and thought they were better than me. Money was why Saima and I couldn't speak.

My mother turned her face up toward the highest branches and got a shiny look in her eyes.

I didn't blame my mother for needing an escape. I felt guilty for my existence and the burden we were on her.

It was always this way with our fathers. They made stories of cruelty seem so funny.

For our families in Pakistan, our parents were the real Santa Claus.

When I was ten, I told her about my plans to play football. Most mothers would try to talk their son out of such a notion, but Mom encouraged me.

Public opinion is the unseen product of education and practical experience. Education, in turn, is the function, in co-operation, of the family, the church and the school. If the family fails in its guiding influence and discipline and if the church fails in its religious instruction, then everything is left to the school, which is given an impossible burden to bear.