Quotes About Family

All women who kill or have sexual obsessions or who are prostitutes have trouble with their fathers.

But I had promised myself, and my grandfather, that never again would I show fear or apprehension of the

Still, I couldn't get over Dad calling those farmers. People might think helping is hard, but really that's the easy part; just look how good it makes people feel. Look how happy all those Red Bend ladies were about chipping in. It's the asking that's so painful. It takes real courage, real strength , to say you're not strong enough to do it alone. Mom must really be hurting for Dad to be so brave.

I could not help but wonder, that night and later, why my father would even mention my marrying someone who came from a country that my mother so obviously disliked. I recall wondering that distinctly, while somehow missing the obvious connection that this boy was a prince and that I, the niece of a king, was a princess.

Whatever role we are loved for in our family, we will continue to enact it, despite the toll it takes.

When you go from fearing your mother to feeling sorry for her, it usually means you've travelled a long way toward recovery.

Why don't you picture pushing away all your defences and just sit with the question 'Why am I still nice to my mother?' And then see what floats into your mind.

He pointed out that the unconscious never cares for the facts. "It only knows what abandonment feels like." He emphasized that the unconscious doesn't acknowledge the reality (the fact that my father had an inoperable cancer and died), but it does acknowledge the emotional impact (I was abandoned). My unconscious had registered the fear of having to take over a fractured, poor family.

Almost all abusive parenting is based on generations of the same; those who are abusive were likely themselves abused. That's why there are no villains in these cases, but rather layers of dysfunction to unravel.

sometimes grandparents who are warm and kind may have been far less so when they were parents. People will often mellow in old age.

I carefully crawled on to the side of his chest, careful not to knock out his tubes, and fell asleep. I could hear the sounds of his body working. The creaky floor sounds from his tummy. The swish of his blood. The pounding of his heart. It sounded like I was swimming and listening to the sounds of water beneath the surface of my father. This was my dad.

Thank you to Martin Scorsese - I hope my son will marry your daughter.

Listen earnestly to anything your children want to tell you, no matter what. If you don't listen eagerly to the little stuff when they are little, they won't tell you the big stuff when they are big, because to them all of it has always been big stuff.

I was too old for my father to (be protective), too young to be flattered.

Every year, ever since the girls were born, I have blown out the candles on my birthday cake and wished for just this. Everything I have already. No loss. I can't spare anybody is what I always think. But, then, people must be spared. That is the whole premise of this life, of this time we have with each other.

Everything you've ever fed him," I say. "His whole self is made completely out of your love.

What it is like to be any parent. The way you ache when they ache, the way you experience their stomachaches or heartaches or fear in your very self. It's as if, having once been placentally connected to your beating heart, having once inhabited your actual body, your children continue to live there with you. For better and worse, you are never alone again. Parental love defies your apartness from another person.

Sometimes I suspect that everybody sleeps with their kids, and the only difference is the level of denial you're in.

I'm not there," she says. "I'm not there to scramble his egg or kiss his forehead. My baby. I'm not going to be there. The whole rest of his life he's going to be sick without me. How can that be?

A mother's treasure is her daughter.

As we grew up, my brothers acted like they didn't care, but I always knew they looked out for me and were there!

So, I guess people figure it's not as hard to lose your mother when you never got along anyway. But they're wrong. They're dead wrong. It's always hard to lose your mother. Always. If you loved her, if you hated her. If she smothered you, if she ignored you. It doesn't matter. She's your mother. Your mother. That's just a very tough bond to break.

when you decide to be alone or have a family, you're pretty much choosing between feeling lonely or feeling aggravated.

It's like if someone had a loaded gun in your face. I don't know how else to describe how it felt to try to talk to my father. Even on a good day. If someone always has a loaded gun in your face, you weigh every word before you say it. You only dare say it if it might save you. But you're never sure, so there's this tendency to freeze. Say nothing at all.