Quotes About Family

It's wonderful to be part of a family that cares so much about others.

The Bush family truly cares about our military.

I was never a warring parent who prejudiced the child against the other parent. We are a family wherein everyone cares for each other.

'Mvula' is my married name, but for some reason my nan calls me 'McVula.' I'm not sure if it's one of those jokey Caribbean things, or whether she's just getting it wrong.

I've learnt a lot about Dad from going around the world and listening to other people. Whether I've been in Australia, the Caribbean, Leeds, Scarborough or London there's always someone who's got a story about him.

No one should have to choose between caring for their family when they need it most, and paying their bills.

Carers' are all sorts of people. With so many different caring roles.

Caring for our children and making sure they do not get addicted to drugs is all of our responsibility.

My childhood was not great but not that bad either. I've always had a loving and caring mother with me.

I love caring for my home and family.

Working from home while caring for children seems impossible.

You do change when you have the responsibility of caring for children.

As a carer for my disabled son, I understand just how hard caring is, at the best of times. I know how important it is for families to get the support they need.

That's exactly what Octomom is: a carnival attraction.

I grew up in Southampton. My mum was a shop assistant; my dad was a carpenter. They broke up when I was eight.

Since I was five years old, when my mom was still alive, she would just call me. And we would listen to the radio with Barbra Streisand and Karen Carpenter, and she would ask me to sing with her.

My mother was a seamstress, my father an itinerant carpenter.

My parents never got carried away with the extraneous elements of being in the business.

I really feel that I've carried on my mother's legacy.

In the early days of our marriage, Stephen could walk around Cambridge on my arm - a stick on one hand, leaning on me with the other. I carried a baby on one arm and Stephen on the other.

I was born in March 1946, almost exactly 10 months after V-E Day, so I imagine my parents got carried away when peace was declared.

Once, Dad had too much beer and had to be carried home.

I had a lot of issues in my life after my brother died in 1972, that I carried through to my adult life.

My mother always carries around these postcard pictures of me.