Quotes About Family

La casa de mis abuelos, en el barrio Providencia De Santiago, que entonces era residencial y hoy es un laberinto de comercios y oficinas, era grande y fea, una monstruosidad de cemento, habitaciones de techos altos, corrientes de aire, hollín de estufas de queroseno en las paredes, pesados cortinajes de felpa roja, muebles españoles hechos para durar un siglo, retratos horrendos de parientes muestras y pilas de libros polvorientos. El frente de la casa era señorial.

costumbre chilena de convivir en clan para siempre.

El tío Ramón tenía tan mala memoria para lo negativo, que en su vejez me llamaba Angélica–mi segundo nombre–y me decía que me durmiera de lado para no aplastar mis alas. Lo repitió hasta el final de sus días, cuando la demencia y el cansancio de vivir lo habían reducido a una sombra de quien fue.

Barrabás llegó a la familia por vía marítima, anotó la niña Clara con su delicada caligrafía.

Isabel Allende

I fell in love with my country because of the stories my grandfather told me and because of our travels together through the south. He taught me history and geography, showed me maps, made me read Chilean writers, corrected my grammar and handwriting. As a teacher, he was short on patience but long on severity; my errors made him red with anger, but if he was content with my work he would reward me with a wedge of Camembert cheese

He decided that as soon as his daughter had left, he would take Meche what was left of his arròs negre with squid, and the Catalan dessert. Sailing on, he thought, on until the end.

Jaime sugirió a su hermana que donara, cambiara o vendiera los productos perecibles, pero Blanca se negó a compartir sus tesoros. Alba comprendió entonces que su madre, que hasta entonces parecía ser la única persona equilibrada de la familia, también tenía sus locuras.

Y se odió por no haberla amado y cuidado como merecía y por haber perdido la oportunidad de formar con ella un hogar amable, donde Amanda hubiera florecido.

Una madre siempre tiene derecho a convocar a sus hijos.

I am happier when I love than when I am loved. I adore my husband, my son, and my grandchildren, my mother, my dog, and, frankly, I don't know if they even like me. But who cares? Loving them is my joy.

His grandfather, he said, was from a traveling family—part of a group called the "Gringos"—signifying, here, not unwanted Americans but Greek-speaking Gypsies in Spain.

The last straw was when his granddaughter, who was seven years old at the time, went to the librarian at school and said "Have you heard of Isabel Allende?" And the librarian said: "Yes, yes, I've read some of her books." There was a pause, and then Anna said: "She's sleeping with my grandfather.

I wanted to see my family, even if it meant dying with them.

I was so happy that my mother, father, and two brothers had somehow found one another. Perhaps my mother and father have gotten back together, I thought.

I put my hands behind my head and lay on my back, trying to hold on to the memories of my family. Their faces seemed to be far off somewhere in my mind, and to get to them I had to bring up painful memories.

I lay in my bed night after night staring at the ceiling and thinking, Why have I survived the war? Why was I the last person in my immediate family to be alive? I didn't know.

There were two movies that asked me to go to Australia or New Zealand for long periods of time. One was 'Lord of the Rings' and one was 'The Matrix.' But I was actively involved at that time raising my family, and I couldn't really take that time out.

I always think about the settlers who moved to New Zealand in the 1800s. They hadn't even been to the place before. They just packed their bags and shipped over knowing they'd never see their family again or be able to speak to them - they'd maybe get a letter if they were lucky.

I love having the laid-back, easy-going, family-priority nature of New Zealand, but I'm certainly enjoying the States in terms of the career opportunities and the enthusiasm I get to find work.

My motivation is being unified heavyweight champion of the world, making New Zealand and my family proud.

If I would be born in New Zealand, maybe, I would never write the Polish Requiem or pieces which were connected with the history of war. But this was my childhood. War was the main subject, and also in our family.

Every time I go back to New Zealand I live with my Nan, and it is the sweetest thing. I don't know if she fully understood how much you are catered for on set, so she'd send me to work with like, pavlovas and lemon drizzle cakes and smoked snapper.

I didn't want to be one of those touring musicians who get to hear about their daughter taking her first steps while they're in New Zealand.