Quotes About Family

A king, angry at his son, swore that he would crush him with a large stone.

Conduct yourself toward your parents as you would have your children conduct themselves toward you.

Fathers shall not be put to death because of their children, nor shall children be put to death because of their fathers. Each one shall be put to death for his own sin.

am, at the Fed level, libertarian; at the state level, Republican; at the local level, Democrat; and at the family and friends level, a socialist.

My paternal uncle was not too bothered by my political ideas (these

He is not you, not a member of your family, so he has no direct emotional loss should your health experience a degradation.

Nietzsche had the Latin pun aut liberi, aut libri—either children or books, both information that carries through the centuries.

Education has benefits aside from stabilizing family incomes. Education makes individuals more polished dinner partners, for instance, something non-negligible. But the idea of educating people to improve the economy is rather novel. The British government documents, as early as fifty years ago, an aim for education other than the one we have today: raising values, making good citizens, and "learning," not economic growth

A escala federal, soy liberal; a escala estatal, republicano; a escala local, demócrata; y con mi familia y mis amigos, socialista.

De niño había sido un poco endeble, y mi padre lo llevaba a caminar a la montaña para robustecerlo, como hacía, por otro lado, con todos nosotros. Mario acumuló un odio sordo por la montaña y, apenas pudo sustraerse al dominio de mi padre, dejó de ir totalmente.

El dar cuerda a alguien se decía en nuestra casa «dar cordel». Gino, efectivamente, daba poco cordel, porque siempre estaba leyendo, y cuando se le dirigía la palabra respondía con monosílabos y sin levantar la cabeza del libro.

No tienes autoridad!», le gritaba mi padre despertándola por la noche. Pero por otro lado, él también demostró no tenerla, porque Paola continuó paseando durante años con aquel joven bajito, y lo dejó cuando la cosa se apagó sola, poco a poco, como se apaga la luz de una vela.

Yo entraba en el comedor aún con mala cara por el jersey de Neuberg, y mi madre, al verme entrar sombría y enfadada, decía: «¡Aquí está María Temporal!».

Nuevo astro que surge», decía mi padre cada vez que nombrábamos a la señora Ghiran. «Nuevo astro que surge» o sólo «nuevo astro» era siempre su ironía cada vez que nosotros nos entusiasmábamos con alguien.

Se fue a Estados Unidos para meterse bajo el ala de su hermano. Sin embargo, los hermanos no tienen alas. Después de cierta edad te das cuenta de que o te apoyas en tus propias piernas o no hay nada que hacer.

It is a country where they know how to build houses. A man's wish to be snug in his own little house, which is just for him and his family, and to have a garden which he cultivates himself, is considered quite reasonable, and so the cities are made up of just such little houses.

Miles said softly, "Ma. We'll get you out right away." "Sure, Ma," said Jesse. "Don't worry about me none," said Mae in the same exhausted voice. "I'll make out." "Make out?" exclaimed the constable. "You people beat all. If this feller dies, you'll get the gallows, that's what you'll get, if that's what you mean by make out.

And finally she had sobbed the only truth there was into her mother's shoulder, the only explanation: the Tucks were her friends. She had done it because—in spite of everything, she loved them.

I was more'n forty by then," said Miles sadly. "I was married. I had two children. But, from the look of me, I was still twenty-two. My wife, she finally made up her mind I'd sold my soul to the Devil. She left me. She went away and she took the children with her." "I'm glad I never got married," Jesse put in.

For Mae Tuck, and her husband, and Miles and Jesse, too, had all looked exactly the same for eighty-seven years.

right now,I am my father

You cry in your room. I cry in my room. Mom cries in Mom's room. And in the morning everyone pretends like they never cried once in their life.

In every family, at some point, there must be someone who feels like an outsider: the one always standing or sitting a little farther from the group in pictures; the older sibling when a new baby comes along; the child from a previous marriage, sometimes with a different last name. Suddenly, I was all of those.

And here his descendants have been born and died, and have mingled their earthly substance with the soil, until no small portion of it necessarily be akin to the mortal frame where with, for a little while, I walk the streets